Darkness has fallen. The campus is deserted; my heart shrouded in doubt. I walk through this place but lack the sense of belonging. The sense of love. Yet somewhere, deep inside, the welling begins.
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Darkness has fallen. The campus is deserted; my heart shrouded in doubt. I walk through this place but lack the sense of belonging. The sense of love. Yet somewhere, deep inside, the welling begins.
Posted by Neal Barber at 7:05 pm
Labels: darkness, desolation, fragment, love
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