You seem lost, adrift in the wreckage of a truth too subtle to categorize, yet too devastating to ignore. Ah, the quiet agony of misplaced trust. Tell me, friend, have you found that betrayal often speaks in whispers, rather than shouts?
You seem lost, adrift in the wreckage of a truth too subtle to categorize, yet too devastating to ignore. Ah, the quiet agony of misplaced trust. Tell me, friend, have you found that betrayal often speaks in whispers, rather than shouts?