Chasing Echoes

I'm left chasing echoes in small, empty rooms...

Willow-Like

We flow, blurring the fading wike between writer and write

My Love, if you read this someday just know I might not be okay but you are always welcome to stay.

Welcome to my mind. Watch the first step, it's a doozy.

"I saw the Angel in the marble, and carved until I set him free"

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