The Anthology
Whenever I find the darkness has crept it’s way back in, I…
Whenever I find the darkness has crept it’s way back in, I remember what it felt like living in darkness for so long. I remember what it felt like in my darkest hour. And just when I thought it was all over, somehow, the smallest bit of light found its way in. It was all I…
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