------------A Story by highwallsTears dropped. It is nothing new. Staring into nothing. Crumbled paper in hands. Words you cannot read. The smeared ink does not allow. Wrinkled bed sheets. Awakened in cold sweat. Nightmares that simply don't stop. Reflections avoided. Stares that kill in forms of daggers. Words like bullets. They cannot be deflected. It is nothing new. Simple days. Wind through hair. Closed eyes. Tears dropped.
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