Photo reblogged from Stigma of Scars --- with 1 note
Only when the clock stops will my memories be erased.
For nothing else would quench the thirst of my heart,
ease its rhythm of a mournful beat.
Nothing else would make me forget your face or smile
Or your voice that echos through my head… the sound of my conscience.
-Stigma of ScarsP.S I will forever love you forever…
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