“The heaviness in my soul is tearing me apart from my normal wondrous spirit. Is it worth it to you, to them, to finally have lunged the last stake into my heart. I don’t believe you truly understand and neither did they, all the hurtful in my past continuing in my present. I warned you. I am completely withdrawn from the passion that you knew, that you came to love, that existed once in our lives.” ©Natalie Keshing
The Heaviness Of The Past
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