Every Monday I bring her flowers.

She had been crying more lately, it had become a routine of some sort; and this day wasn’t any different. The whole apartment room would only sound of her heart wrenching cries; it screeches against the walls of the room, creating invisible scars and tears.

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Fear death only for it is the start of an eternal end.

"If you judge a book by it's cover, you might miss out on an amazing story."