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
We are all born to be wealthy. But your perspective of wealthy is what defines how well you live. I am wealthy in love. Surrounded by the p...
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