Red blood, dark mysterious dreams, her auburn coiled hair floats down into the nightmare pool. Where did it all begin, the downward spiral from hope to despair, from life to death and from attainment to cataclysm.
When did life change, can we pinpoint the moment, the transistion from happy to sad, or did the change creep up on us like a the night edges into the day?
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