12/24
Night of the scents from the past. The scent of the things that have ceased to be.
Dark and gloomy. Warm and full of melancholy.
The night of melodies created by pure silence; Of everything that is left unsaid.
The Night of secret pacts that were never awakened.
Tonight, just tonight, we breathe this sick air as if we never knew that the end was near.
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If you walk out on me,
I'm walking after you...