empty spreads to my heart and it aches. my body feels as if it's deteriorating as you slowly walk away.
with each step, a part of me dies.
if you go, there will be nothing left.
Part Twenty Eight
empty spreads to my heart and it aches. my body feels as if it's deteriorating as you slowly walk away.
with each step, a part of me dies.
if you go, there will be nothing left.
