LONDON
DAY 5 06:00
a.m.
After
the death of my father, my hero, my mother and I lost our souls. I still
remember the day of the funeral; no one but me and my mom were there, crying
wishing to bury ourselves with our sweet protector. When the evil clock stroke
eight we didn't had more tears left in our bodies the only thing we had was a
big black hole in our chests that multiplied as the seconds passed. When the
black hole in our chest finally consumed us, as the worms consume full of
happiness the bodies of the dead we knew, it was time to go home and pack in
our pockets the few things we had left, after our souls were stolen from us in
Borley, Essex, London.
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