The one that is an illusion,
Or perhaps just proof my sanity,
But I still dream of our times togther.
That's the trick of your things.
The one's you left behind in my room,
As soon as was sunrise.
Like a mark you were desperate to erase,
Why does your things trick me?
I can't believe my fate,
And can't believe a part of me chose you,
I question myself in disbelief,
As peices of me continue to scatter.
It isn't anyone's fault,
And that's the only thing I can say,
After I have suffered losses,
To keep my self atleast a bit sane.
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There Was A Feeling
PoetryWhile so many things could've changed, I wanted to decide I'll always be the same. But why is it so difficult? ------- This book is the poetry book with poetries highlighting topics anxiety, depression, self-doubt, heartbreak and many more such fee...
