The fact that you left me to die out here,
seems more than just gruesome.
The fact that you didn't even get to say goodbye to me, feels like more than just an illusion.
The fact that I had to witness you taking your one last breath, left me with more than just great confusion.
What is my purpose now?
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Subconscious Mind
PoetryMaybe someday, our aching hearts will mend, and the bond that connects us for a lifetime, won't ever be broken. ••• Subconscious /sʌbˈkɒn(t)ʃəs/ of or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one's actions...
