ever woke up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn’t taste the same?
or forever hold your peace.
twenty seven years later.
and I’ll find you on a hill playing the harp. and I’ll beg you to sing for me
a state of great sorrow or distress.
She waded in with the waves at her knees
But now she,
Is a thousand lies deep.
out of 24.
Perhaps you have convinced everyone else, but are yet to convince yourself.