Brooklyn Sorrow Biography

Suicide.
So simple.

Suicide.
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He's gone.
That's what they say.

I laugh.
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My world.
Black skies.
Withering roses.
Destruction on every path.
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In the dead of night,
I hear rustling bushes,
The whispering of the wind,
and crack of twigs.
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Wake me up...
My imagination has gone wild...
I can't take this scene,
the horrifying dream.
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