Tonight She ran barefooted through the black streets of bitter-sweet solitude.
Twice, thrice, it was her initiation into the cold, dark reality - a reality filled with sharp, cutting teeth chewing ever so agonizingingly her confidence...
Tonight she ran barefooted through the black streets of bitter-sweet solitude.
Twice she fell, thrice she yelled in inquiry...
It was the first time she couldn't cry, and Lord knows why she couldnt rid her sorrows.
Tonight she ran barefooted through the black streets of bittersweet solitude.
Tonight she ran barefooted through the black streets of embracing solitude.
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