Moutains and walking
By XxXEliseXxX
She walks with him, as I stand here in the rain. Letting it run down my body and let it rinse my tears to the ground. As I stand there and watch them start up the moutain, i lie down and let the sharp rocks cut my arms. I lay there, bleeding, crieing silently for help as they go over the edge of the moutain...
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