Jul 23
A lingering past not forgotten by time,
Whispers its truths in my ear
— should i abide.
Wounds heal, but all the scars remain:
They throb and pulse, waking you from a standstill.
- Moonie
Whispers its truths in my ear
— should i abide.
Wounds heal, but all the scars remain:
They throb and pulse, waking you from a standstill.
- Moonie
not all wounds heals through time
(23/M/Philippines)
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