Forcing myself to forget you,
Keeping the distance,
Never talking to you first,
This is all I can really do now.
We have nothing in common,
Maybe once upon a time, a long time ago,
Not anymore.
My life shows no signs of turning,
Every time I think that it can get better,
It turns worse,
I cannot bring another person,
Into this mess.
So stay away,
As far as possible.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
