United States


August 13, 2016

He used to enjoy the placid nights. The endless evenings where familiar voices crowded his ears and warms hands grazed his soft, delicate face. When the music roared and she used to sing along as the tires swept across the broken pavement. But now he fears them. The memories only flood his mind as the tears cascade down his withered cheeks while he watches the sun disappear behind the green horizon. The music is silent and the voices have faded; he now only anticipates the world he will enter once his splintered eyelids close...one last time. 

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