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symbiotic sadness.

symbiotic sadness.

the mountains roar your name and the trees… the trees sing of you and i stand under sobbing skies waiting for answers that the clouds can not provide — it appears we are all in mourning – ashley...
garden of heartache.

garden of heartache.

wilted, like funeral roses, black and crumbling from the weight of your ghost they sit in stagnant denial, thoughts swirling and dreams drowning in their desolation, petals plucked and seeds strewn — perhaps, they’ll create a garden of heartache for all the lonely...