Longing for the unknown,
and it hurts to know,
that we crave for the one,
that we don’t know.
The empty hole,
unwilling fall,
unfulfill hope.
—n.y
Dec 10, 2020
Dec 10, 2020 at 9:38 AM UTC
Longing for the unknown,
and it hurts to know,
that we crave for the one,
that we don’t know.
The empty hole,
unwilling fall,
unfulfill hope.
—n.y
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