In the darkest chapter
Of my wretched self
One person put it down, and looked at my binding
It was heavy with years of ware and misuse
He grazed over the worn back with his hand
Over time the same man
Repaired me
With an ever so delicate touch
This old tale
Shone brightly once again
Of my wretched self
One person put it down, and looked at my binding
It was heavy with years of ware and misuse
He grazed over the worn back with his hand
Over time the same man
Repaired me
With an ever so delicate touch
This old tale
Shone brightly once again
Community Member
-pants heavily-
...
Sorry...
-shakes head and smilez-
Yay for you.
I'm happy someone managed to make you shine again.
-hugz-
Miss you lots.
Tell whoever it is to treat you right or I'll kick their a**.
And you know I will,
we had this conversation.