His eyes tell a million story of how many times he healed. He never wanted to cry but he can't help it, he heals that way. Now that there is no more tears left to cry, his eyes became empty and blood started dripping down his wrist.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
