writing the darkness within, we feel no temptation, but to be alive and keep on.
pain is a part of the promise o better, brighter futures.
the road is long and twisty, beneath this sheets of rain and dark, lead-like skies.
we have to go and try to silence the shrieking, screaming horror we witnessed - although we know no silence will ever be granted within, the echoes of terror too loud and sharp.
the Sun will shine tomorrow... we hope.
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