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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...
We’ll Carry On

We’ll Carry On

  We don’t talk anymore, our words are choked by these heartbreaking tragedies Too much lingers here unknown There is an ache deep in our bones Television spills such disturbing news but we just can’t turn away Fear is leaving us cold There is such...