| Marwolaeth is Welsh for ''death'' |
Apr. 16th, 2015|11:40 pm |
Incantation.
My favourite flowers do not grow here. There are others, but they do not carry the scent of being home.
Its an unrefined feeling of ''I want'' vs ''I'm good as I am''.
It felt like you were the connection to everything I held dear, but I was wrong. I myself am that connection and I can shoulder myself well. I always could, just wasn't aware of it. |
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