When you left, I was sad. Not the type of sad that exists when you're all alone on a Sunday night; wishing you had someone to cuddle under the blankets with and binge watch Netflix. I was the type of sad that knocked the breath out of me in the middle of a meeting on a brisk Monday morning. I was the type of sad that took residence within the very core of my soul and echoed through my bones. The type of sad that every now and again, my heart skips a beat subconsciously protesting going on without you. When you left, I was the type of sad that forever changes the mere existence of a person.
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The Journey of a Wallflower
Thơ caThere are thoughts that fill my head and I must get them out. They need to come out or else they live within me, forever yearning to be told. These are my thoughts, and this is my story.
