I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? – Solitude’s Friend

I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? - Solitude's Friend

I always ask myself. Who was it that dyed my heart black, and left a spot for it to grow out from it? – Solitude’s Friend