It's funny how can someone build a home inside of us but after finding a far better land, they will burn everything from the ground and start anew with someone else.
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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...
House of Hurt
It's funny how can someone build a home inside of us but after finding a far better land, they will burn everything from the ground and start anew with someone else.
