He loved you.
But he didn’t give up anything to do it. What kind of love is that?
You don’t know me, you don’t wear my chains.
… I think I need a sunrise. I’m tired of the sunset.
Trust is set on precedent—why should it be I who bleeds?
Life was taking way too long…who had breath to waste?
Everything is never quite enough.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map