Landscape of Dying Love

The world is crowded with many souls, all I see is a white emptiness. I see many bleeding hearts littering the landscape, bleeding out their sorrows, drowning themselves in the process. As I keep walking this path of nothing, I see rusted chains and shackles, once accompanied by bonded hands now wilting littered in the path I must walk. I remember searching for someone to love a long time ago. halfway through my search, I gave up, knowing that looking for the elusive prince charming was of no use. For both failure and reward I wander through an aimless path, through the garden of flower bouquets tied with now frayed ribbons, rotting away as I walk doomed to everlasting loneliness.

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