Counting
-By Sophia Cac
How does it feel to fall deeply in love for someone each day even though she doesn't even exist anymore?
Knowing every second you live is like living a year without her...
Every minute you think of her is like thinking of dying...
Every hour you miss her is like missing a part of yourself...
And everyday you wish she was here is like wishing to a devil.
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Scattered Ink { Poetry/Quote }
PoetryInsomia, my dear friend, you've come to visit me once again. What's today features? Huh, I hope I didn't make too many failures. Oh a new one indeed, perhaps I could try one to confess my deeds? Alright, hand me the quil, my friend, don't go and wai...
