XenoA Story by Orlando Wynn
The clouds circles overhead as crows painted
the lavender-orange scene. Reality seemed to drop on top of me as falling down from the heavens and soaking it's immense weight on my soul, flooding my heart with it's harsh truth. It spoke "I am alone." All alone because the only person who loved me died. Died and left me to die. As if to prove the point that she was all I had and her absence as the only way of leaving her mark with me forever. Because in the end.. it was all my fault.
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1 Review Added on April 30, 2015 Last Updated on April 30, 2015 AuthorOrlando WynnFLAboutHello people of the planet Earth. My name is Orlando, I'm 18 and have an unhealthy habit of listening to Kid Cudi... life isn't as it seems. more..Writing
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