Horror
The eyes that once saw me with tenderness will become muted witnesses of my death
Those ears that once enjoyed my laughs and yearns, will now rejoice in my cries of pain and agony
The hands that once caressed my body will now become the tools of my destruction
For the hate that once filled our world with happinnes will turn into a love that can only mean suffering
and the fear that allowed us surviving and see, will turn into a pace that carries routine and despair.
Kisses
Jessica
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