Her touch was scarred.
Her fingers: full of absence.
She whispered:
They say that love is the longing to give,
But there is no one who wants what I have to offer.
Background: a lonely survivor.
Her touch was scarred.
Her fingers: full of absence.
She whispered:
They say that love is the longing to give,
But there is no one who wants what I have to offer.
Background: a lonely survivor.