I will build our house and garden
with the love letters . .
I continue to write about you.But when the day arrives..
when I finally grow and move on.I will put down my pen
and finally let you die.
Leaving the house unfinished and abandoned,
with the end of us burning inside.words: 55
(still not moved on ⏲️)
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