Even in the quietest moments, I’m too often haunted by the past.
How many times do I have to try to tell you that I’m sorry for the things I’ve done…
I’m not sure why it’s so difficult to leave it all behind.
Some things are better left unsaid…
After all this time, you’d think things would be different.
But they still turn me inside out…
Silent sunrise.
These are the tears we shed…
Save me.
These are the tears we shed…
Set me free.
Bare trees, central NE
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