there were times where she lays on her bed at night, thinking of you. she'd feel her chest hurt a little and her eyes turn into a small waterfall. she'd think of the times where you were there and you were hers and she was yours.
and now, here i am. laying here on my bed at night. i feel so empty, i felt like a void. i'd cry for my loss, but it doesn't matter now---you lost person who loved you, i lost a person who never loved me anyway.
- m.m
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the dead poet's lover
Şiirthe very thought of you shatters me. and i am trying to fix myself once again.
