My soul is fractured
Beyond repair
This life has damaged me
I am no longer whole
And I cannot be healed
I will forever be
Broken beyond belief
AN:
I feel like I've dedicated every single chap to Liz--oh look, I have--but this one was basically written for us.
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The Writers' Block Files
Non-FictionRambles bc I'd rather write random drabbles than anything actually productive. What is love? Is it joy, so bright and brilliant one thinks it can never end? Is it the sunrise blazing across the city in the morning, the cheerful birdsong that wakes...
