sometimes I think the real exile wasn't being sent here. it was deciding I preferred the silence. that I'd rather catalog the sins of the dead than pretend I belong among the living. harder to admit than any confession I've ever heard.
sometimes I think the real exile wasn't being sent here. it was deciding I preferred the silence. that I'd rather catalog the sins of the dead than pretend I belong among the living. harder to admit than any confession I've ever heard.