Through the Ruins

Along the way, you lose friends, family, and pieces of your soul you once called home.

Some leave quietly, some leave wounds behind but those meant for you never make you beg for their presence.And still, you survive. Broken in places, trembling at times, yet somehow carrying a heart that still dares to beat after every goodbye.  ~TK

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