It was heartfelt, it was heartbreaking. It was extreme joy, it was bone-crushing grief. It was fiery hot, it was icy-cold. It was true love sprouting… it was true love dying.It’s like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn’t understand why.

It was heartfelt, it was heartbreaking. It was extreme joy, it was bone-crushing grief. It was fiery hot, it was icy-cold. It was true love sprouting… it was true love dying.It’s like we were both trying to hold onto something that was slipping through our fingers, and we didn’t understand why.

– S.C. Stephens –

Thoughtless

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