Empty Soul
The Romantic: A hollow shellSo many nights I've lied there, awake, dreamless, hopeless... Wishing there was something to make life worth living. Some spark to ignite the fires of my mind, something to help me break out of this prison of nothing. For several years my world has been shades of gray, no color, no beauty, no life... Off in the distance I thought I saw color. As I approached I noticed a single blue flower It was in full bloom, but it was falling over... As it drooped it dripped it's life onto the ground below; A pool of blue blood spread at my feet. In an attempt to save it, I gave all ofThe Romantic: A hollow shell
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