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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...
Reason Within

Reason Within

the face in the mirror wavers, unable to hold your gaze while you catalog every flaw and search for minute imperfections (I told you there are none to find) you see the shadows when light is all that pours from your veins, all the reasons you matter safely stored in a...