Wanting, craving, but never having can make one tired. I lack of sleep since you haunt my every dream. Why are you there, why are you hiding behind each corner only to jump out and remind me of my aching?
I long for oblivion, for silence and ease.
Wanting, craving, but never having can make one tired. I lack of sleep since you haunt my every dream. Why are you there, why are you hiding behind each corner only to jump out and remind me of my aching?
I long for oblivion, for silence and ease.
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love the power of this image...
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