They have left me.
Only I remain, lost between the red petals, forever bound to the ground. Yet, I can still hear the bombs, the screams. A faint echo from the depths of the earth. I look up at the sky. Maybe the winds will carry me home one day. (c) Nathalie Roos
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Is there any chance to start anew?
After all, whatever will be, will be. No matter what terrors I've been through, all I see in the mirror is still just me. But something will grow from what I've been through. In the end, I know that it will be me. (c) Nathalie Roos |
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