THE IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION
After it's over, yet not finished, words fail us. We stand silent against the night, on the cusp of something new, on the verge of trust, painfully pondering the impossible question: Will you be my witness?
After it's over, yet not finished, words fail us. We stand silent against the night, on the cusp of something new, on the verge of trust, painfully pondering the impossible question: Will you be my witness?
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