The Reticent Untold
When the stars are aligned, the wind blows and all things have settled in the night’s chilly air, we think. We think about the heartache and the pain stored inside us. There’s no escape. Its like being trapped in a horrible nightmare, that you wouldn’t dare tell a soul. It’s unspeakable, but exciting, the reticent untold.
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