Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The story can resume.
[ atonement ]
marineide.
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It’s trueIn this lifeI’ve never been the oneIn your eyesI’ve never been the
truthAll you sawWas a broken mirrorAnd they toldMe to careWhen tryin’ to
fix yo...
3 years ago
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