ashley derenda - Truth

The power of these suggestions leaves a heart of ideas and exceptions. The eyes that have seen night through these morning's, and felt sorrow grow within the spirit. These bones have crumbled under the weakend boulder of your lies. Pooring blood drips from your fingertips, scratched skin with the recepe of broken knees hidden on the steined carpet, This ocean of forgiveness is only filled with tears of regret. My sail has sunk into the sea of undertaking promises, which you've broke.

ashley derenda

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