The love of the heart for gloom🌸
The love of the heart for gloom
you won't ever understand
Rummaging through the past wounds, I randomly picked a sore crack
Shrieking sounds from the ones, ran past me
pleading to be attended, nursed and tended to
you won't ever understand
Rummaging through the past wounds, I randomly picked a sore crack
Shrieking sounds from the ones, ran past me
pleading to be attended, nursed and tended to
None cared. Who cares? None will.
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