Memories

Death Will KNOCK on your door. It’ll greet you like an old friend but sometimes it’s your Enemy. Death doesn’t know any better. Death sneaks up. Death doesn’t discriminate. It’s cold and it’s alone, Broken, destroyed, and fed well. The Lonely clammy discontent. Drowning drowning drowning.

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