Title: before it's past the point of no return.
Date:25-10-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/26/2018 12:19 PM]
This spirit I neglected to exchange.
For that harmony sinking under the shades.
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Sam Scrawls, [10/27/2018 5:23 AM]
Loss of inquiries, loss of replies, loss of words, and a lot of sharpness you really might smell it in the air. She asked me.
"Why, in any event, when you know you're forlorn... Is there any good reason why you wouldn't connect?"
I gazed at her small being, her arguing bruised eyes. Furthermore, I wanted to give her an answer, yet I could mumble out an expression of a tune.
"Cold hearts blend colder melodies."
Envisioning her tormented face, I got lost once more, in that vague labyrinth.
#Draft 49
Title:____.
Date:27-10-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/28/2018 9:17 AM]
Downpour poured down, allowing me to suffocate in that tumultuous glare.
Torment painted my robe, with crowns of red that went to brown.
Earthy colored old scars like frill, revived with obstinate heaps of recollections.
Recollections of a spirit I neglected to exchange, for the harmony rather than a pain that wouldn't blur.
Blur into reviled tears, broken trust and boisterous voiced fears.
"Dread me, I'm the profligate. Will you actually sharp, to be my fix of nicotine?"
#Draft 50
Title:____.
Date:28-10-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [10/29/2018 9:17 AM]
You can never truely grasp the pariah. You might dare to dream to see an impression what's under a cover.
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Sam Scrawls, [10/30/2018 11:15 PM]
Mira on the wall, who's the beast of all.
The beast who made the mirror fall, presently lives in the locked corridor.
Don't you set out to enter! Or then again answer her call!
For she may be wonderful, however she's no doll. Regard to her entice and disaster happens to.
In any case, underneath the shadows under the blustery yells, lies a figure that nobody reviews.
A figure of a young lady tiny, and a couple of eyes on a
pinnacle so tall.
An illegal wish she was unable to try and scribbling, gulped 
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