

Losing someoneUntitledLosing someone
A sense of quietness The elusive feeling of comfort at the edge of your fingertips Standing in an empty kitchen with no one to love or hate but yourself Feeling nothing but the stale air which holds the consistancy of grey fog You open your eyes but see nothing That which you always had before is gone And with it you follow Blinded by the ones that were and no longer are As the perception of your surroundings fades to black
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My dream job..? Caretaker at the Overlook Hotel...
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Canon pairings are not the only fruit.
The world doesn't move to the beat of one drum.
~DH287-Fanfiction <-- Fanfics
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