Its nice to let you go,
I could cry till' I could forget.
I could stay quiet,
And burn to death.
It's nice to hear those words from you,
Even if you didn't care,
If I was hurt too.
At least you were honest,
Even if I had none left.
But I'll still miss you,
The pain,
My little fantasies too.
I'd let you go because I chose to,
For I knew we couldn't be,
And there isn't a bit of fate,
left for us two.
- thes
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PuisiIt was then she said: "Words fed, scathed, brought my soul together; and it would be preposterous if I'd get to feel all these sensations alone, so I am giving you a part of my suffering, a fragment of my universe, a debris of myself. Through these...
