It does not feel natural anymore,
As I clench the sides of my body,
The remnants of our past selves are deep within my core,
I have no come back to this hobby.
The emotions are running wild,
Somedays I wish I could end it all,
Not eve sure if I can genuinely smile,
Is being hurt every single time, fate's beckoning call?
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The Girl With The Gift
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