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Gulp down the sleep aid, eyeing the mirror, waiting ‘til my throat feels a bit clearer. Turn off the lights and watch as the darkness loom overhead, but shadows are harmless. Still, to my beliefs, I commit treason, too fearful to think logic or reason. For I know that my mind has made its choice,
a photograph sitting before Me, it was You and Me it was nothing but a grainy “selfie.” I took it recalling back on Our time together together where We were even though We were never to be We made promises empty promises
Sy Redemption 