I don’t care.
You can try your best and tear me apart.
The pieces of my heart will paint the skies like the dazzling stars,
and when the sun rises, it will be a

heavenly view.

The tears running down my cheeks will become a silver river

that flows through the realms of Dor-lómin. There, elven songs will chime and soothe my fatigued mind and mend

my broken, faithless heart.

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I enjoy penning my thoughts in words, and the strangest, most random things inspire me.

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