She knows my most vicious demons yet refuses to abandon me...
There's nothing left inside// the ink well is dry, my hand was stayed// nothing more to confide// silence on an empty stage
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
- Verse Seventeen -
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