Things are not always pink.
The nightmares came too.
When the darkness wanted to steal the light and the white dog was whining in front of the closed door. Over and over again.
So much fear and dread.
Also, the glass wall. Where I could see, but you could not.
The faint smile, a shadow of what it used to be.
The nightmares came too.
When the darkness wanted to steal the light and the white dog was whining in front of the closed door. Over and over again.
So much fear and dread.
Also, the glass wall. Where I could see, but you could not.
The faint smile, a shadow of what it used to be.
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