The light of the truth can be harsh to those who’ve been in the dark.
wearing their hearts on their sleeves, but oh, how good it felt to have them worn just like they should
...“soaring on the wings of selfish pride i flew too high and like Icharus i collide… to turn away and not become another nail to pierce the skin of one who loves more deeply than the oceans, more abundant than the tears of a world—embracing every heartache..”
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