Hope

Hope there is a reason.  Hope I’ll find out.  Hope it’s a mistake. Hope it’s anything but what my brain says it is. Hope to hear from her. I’m burning alive, breaking apart; shattering reforming and shattering again and again, minute by minute and gods help me I’m listening to Bella Morte.

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