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By Vladimere M.
age: 16
Nebraska

As I lay, crying, in the darkness, tears
streaming down my cheeks, I felt nothing.

As I lay in the sight of darkness, my tears imbruing water worn skin, to pool in my empty well. A hole pumping nothing but blacked tar.

As I lay in the darkness too empty to even move, I just wanted to sleep in my house of brown opaque glass with my own stone name plate.

As I lay in the dark there came a white light. My mind told me to stay where I was, But, my shattered soul wanted, needed, had to go into that blessed phantasmagorical light.
 
 
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