And of all the
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
unbearable silences
His felt most
like death
A withering vine
that died halfway
up a castle wall
There are times when I stayed and I should have left. And there are times when I should have stayed, and still I left. There are times I ove...
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