Misery Gnaws To The Bone; Why Then Do We Not Despair?
Shall not hearts that break also mend, stronger where cracks once lay? I write, not to dwell on what could be, but to summon that which adoration demands—a union once severed, yet unbroken still.
Shall not hearts that break also mend, stronger where cracks once lay? I write, not to dwell on what could be, but to summon that which adoration demands—a union once severed, yet unbroken still.
