It almost feels fitting that even upon this day, the sun shines it's way through the stained glass windows, painting the floor in it's sickly hue. All I had wanted was some peace, some understanding, maybe? I didn't think it too much to ask for. Yet here I kneel on the cold, hard, and unforgiving stone, staring up at a beautiful visage, and feeling nothing left within but scorn and hate.455Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlJda4RQC2b
Who are you? You has left me here all alone! I came for help and you left me wanting. No! Worse, you left me for dead... Where am I supposed to go for help? If even you have that to offer. No hope, no escape, no anything but the pain, regret, and sorrow that you left me with not even a month ago. Must I cry out with everything I am, everything that I have? Will you listen then and do something to help? Do anything at all that doesn't involve leaving me in silence, the same as everyone else has? HELP!! I will cry out a hundred times, if you will just call back but once, just to let me know that I'm not alone. Please... I'm dying here, and all I want is for someone to tell me that it's going to be okay. Can you tell me that? Can you give me this simple thing that will mean so much? Of course not... Why would you be any different from the rest...?455Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmcmZCY8wrM
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