Why do I bother carving your name into the bark of trees that stand in forests that you'll never walk in?
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Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
carvings.
Why do I bother carving your name into the bark of trees that stand in forests that you'll never walk in?
