Sunday
I'll be back, really
Looking beyond, I don't want this regret: That too often when I loved, I didn't say so, my path of untold truths growing, every day of my being closed off to have acted as laying a stone, the path leading to my ruin.
When I put on my mask. ~#~
When I put on my mask. ~#~
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