Some things are not destined to reach their owner..
To remain stuck in one's soul like a slow-killing poison..
In order to save themselves,they must free them..
And here,we witness the tip of the pens from a story whose favorite place was "distances...
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Now do you have any idea about my pain? Seeing the signs that lead me to you but aren’t mine? That your true love has started to seem like a lie during these years? Feeling that your stare disappearing day by day? I feel like what’s going on around me right now is killing me with a slow-acting poison.. It’s like you love to see me die begging in front of you.. I’m losing my mind and I want to escape from myself.. Do you know how hard it is for me to fall into this feeling because of the person I woke up for? It’s like you’re saying to me: “Die, I don’t need you anymore…” I still hear your friends whispering and giving me hope that I’m absolutely sure it’s empty.. But why do they know your feelings,like are you unaware of them? Do you know how much pain runs through my veins when I hear insinuations about myself and someone else? But you know what’s the hardest? I thought that you fell first, then I fell harder.. Now I realized that you never fell and I was the only one in this story who fell.. I fell first,then I fell harder for both of us.. -Suffering-
