As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
As coal pressured into pearls by our weighty existence. Beauty that arose out of pain.
Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
I'm in pain. That's the only way I get your attention
The numbness of his loss had passed, and the pain would hit me out of nowhere, doubling me over, racking my body with sobs. Where are you? I would cry out in my mind. Where have you gone? Of course, there was never any answer.
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