Season of Falling
Saturday, midnight.
You hate sleep. You hate this timelessness, this emptiness and vulnerability. You can't listen anymore, you've had enough. You are a prisoner of revenge. Revenge for those who were taken from you, for the life that was deprived of you. You can't scream, you can't cry. No one understands you. No one hears you. You are alone.
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