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Cherish_life555

  • Betrayal

    I can't believe what is happening Everything used to be so good You dont' care enough to find time So i shouldn't waste mine worrying I would stop worrying, but ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    2 min read


I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth.
— Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights