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He is stood there. Staring. His eyes threatening me. I cling to my suitcase and shattered spirit. A suitcase full of my patchwork life, tattered, torn and desperate. This was i - Eyes And Lies. at storywrite
Completely numb. The icy breath bleeding from my mouth, that rusty, dry feeling lodged in my throat. Motionless bones, frozen joints and aching eyes. It had snowed all night. I
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