[Qorban:] In the dead city, only the echoes of my steps are alive. Like in a dream, I entered a shattered and half-buried house through its gaping eyeholes. Inside a body of rags and ashes, shes long dead, unknown, forgotten. I wipe the dirt from my wet eyes but I can hardly see. Look! A brittle newspaper! This... cannot be, Its all a mad... unending nightmare! These voices... I did nothing! Nothing, you hear me? Leave me alone!
Posted on: Sun, 04 Jan 2015 18:03:33 +0000
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