He stepped out of the door,
leaving everything behind with her.
She stayed behind,
dwelling over everything he left.
— from a part of me that was completely crushed to pieces.
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up in the clouds
Poésieshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
