The Afterlife
Twists and loops. Holes and shoots. One, two, three.. Boom. All is silent. All is cold. One hot jolt, is what it takes To find myself, in a hellish place. A place I know. A place I feel. A place where nothing and no one can cross my path or feel his wrath. A safe place, to be held. To find what's yours and never feel pain again.
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