I write a story that my heart tells, But the Lips aren't able to speak.
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Stories by Eymryl Reymush
THE SONG WITHOUT WORDS
I was afraid that if I cared too much, I'd want something I couldn't keep.
A LANTERN IN THE STARLESS DEEP
He drifted, not as one forgotten, but as one who listened.
THALASSIC REQUIEM
“Forgiveness didn’t live in the light, but in the dark that didn’t drown him.”