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
It will all be okay, it will. I don’t know how, but I do know it will be okay. It may not be what we all think it should be, but it will be...
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