Where we begin.

A heart like ice, with skin so thin; eyes like broken glass, I see the pain within. Crooked bones like Moulded dust. Paralysed. I need. I must. Discard the torture let us reinvent, show the heart love for the body to mend, hand in hand the work will be done; to continue earths rotation beneath the sun…


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