She dedicated her life to healing, To caring for those in need, But the monsters lurking, unfeeling, Decided to feed on their greed. Her innocence torn from her grasp, Her trust shattered like glass,
Few People fluctuate like volcanoes and then subsides.you can never know them completely. You only know what they choose to show you, and that too changes like the tides.
Bad in someone's story or deity in someone's story. I've reached a level of self-awareness to understand I don't need to explain myself.No need to provide my side of the
tale. Their perception of me
