Minna Von Walden
Words flow from my soul through the ink in my pen, to tear stains on my paper. MinnaVonWalden.com
And you are not going to get it, although it’s right and pure and sweet.
Peter Marshall
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That version of he and I is lost to the abyss of the past. It is gone forever, dead and never to be again. I longed for that love that he felt for me.
