I see value in what you discard,
in the broken pices once known as a heart.
I see the glimmer in what's thought is dead, reviving the magic that's lost in your head.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 3:43 PM UTC
I see value in what you discard,
in the broken pices once known as a heart.
I see the glimmer in what's thought is dead, reviving the magic that's lost in your head.
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