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Flowers weither, roses dead, songs stopped, music silenced, voices calmed, whispers shut, sky was red.
Thats how it all was days after my wife's death, wither it was litteral or not I know not, for my sorrows are deep within, refusing to go out, refusing to scream in pain, agony... hurt... heart beats a song I have not felt before, this was it for me, the end of my life, my beautiful life.
