It ends here. I want to stop this fall. The demise of your love makes me among feathers crawl. My throat of hunger and the secret sorrow. This search for my heartland where only orphans follow. Stillborn and grievous I leave these wings of dead child. Where grim ghosts stand and the malice with its might. No love of light. No binding ember to cherish. From nothingness I will slowly perish.
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