If you're going to leave my life atleast close the door behind you. Because the cold winds still rush through the doors and lingers around my home. Leaving an eerie chill that just reminds me of you and ofcourse I get curious so from time to time I follow the footsteps you left behind and each time I see you, you seem perfectly fine.
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Blue Thoughts
PoetryIn this river of words, we created a sea of lies. Credits: To all those who own the poems and pictures.
