The words you uttered, the ones that hurt me
keep playing in my head as though a broken record.
It cuts me deep, wounds me each day;
yet dissatisfied each night by the reddened bathtub I lay.
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Azure...A collection of emotions
PoetryWhen you lose someone, you try to remember that last time you saw them. and most of the times it is a blurry memory, because at that time you had no idea it would be the last...
