Memory

by Diaper Sex Lover

In the darkness I can hear a child crying softly. How it makes my heart ache. There is an abyss and I am staring into it. The crying has stopped and all is still. A door closes. A phone rings for the longest time and goes unanswered. Now, if only death would come to me.


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