We connect the stars in the morning sky.
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Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
One And A Million Stars
We connect the stars in the morning sky.
