There was a valley formed by the integrity of our memories. The black lands were adorned with gray grass. A valley where we lost our innocence entrusted to us by God, and painted our bodies with sins in blood. A valley, home to death and shadows, suppressing the cries of suffering souls. With showing the worthlessness of love, depicting life with all its darkness, painting everything that is bright with blood; it is a valley where we survive with wounds we cannot forget, where we try to live with cuts in our hearts, and where the whole reality hits us.
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