Wednesday, April 5, 2017
Matter of choice
Who am I, that I should be the bearer of someone else's tears?
Where in such rare occasions, a shadow absorbed more darkness than light casted in its dwelling; where compared to burns at the face of heat, scars were etched on ground.
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