The love one gives can not be taken back, not felt for granted, but thankful to have meet an individual so beautiful. With a mind of purity one shares with another they bleed to them. They hold a knife of honesty, harming themselves for love. You see every fragment, every grain, every form of life. Life becomes beautiful, it becomes a place to rest and to bleed without the suffering.
- Author: Gqam (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 22nd, 2023 03:08
- Category: Love
- Views: 8
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