What was once a paradise..
Now lay on ruins.
What was once filled with innocent laughter, lively music and interesting conversations..
Now even a feather drop might be heard..
What was once living ...
Now lifeless,breathless and resting in peace..
What was once white..
Now smeared with crimson red blood..
Written on the wall in blood
"All people are good..."
"All people are good..."
Ich bin Kunststudent.
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