The amount we rely on a person isn’t fashioned by our love for them when they are around, but incredibly is measured by how much they hurt us when they aren’t. When they leave a hole that can’t be filled and can only be healed by memories and salty tears that burn the wound down to nothing but an emotionless entity that once taunted us.
We give a lot up for love, but why should we give up our dreams for someone else’s benefit?
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Sad but True
PoetryJust some sad things I wrote when I was feeling numb... your not alone! Please be aware this may trigger some people, if you get upset easily, please don't read (just in case).
