My Diary ~ (Rosalind)

Time dances by, its rhythm elusive, as days meld into a tapestry of fleeting moments.
Every moment now feels like a fierce battleground, where emotions clash and wounds deepen.~

Within the chambers of my heart, sorrow and anguish surge, replacing blood with a torrent of pain.~

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Only your name is engraved in the midst of this wounded heart drowning in latent fear.~