Jan 2015
It's a great hollowness,
the burden of Love.
It's sewn together with disappointments.
While trying to dress it up with empty promises,
it all withers away.
the burden of Love.
It's sewn together with disappointments.
While trying to dress it up with empty promises,
it all withers away.
Written by
SomeoneSomewhere
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