And he wrote

And he wrote magical words that took me far away.
“Encased in a moment i find a plethora of emotions… an album of invisible memories never to be relived again… questions unanswered that were never asked, visions never to be envisioned… and through it all the cold metallic taste of my blood flowing from the gash in my chest where my heart was ripped from what remains to be a cavity filled by mere hopes of future fulfilment.”

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