"He failed her, but no it was her own expectations not him. She tried hating the bitter days but the sweetness of the good ones didn't let her do so.
His memories were treasures burried deep in her head and they were priceless, so dear.
Their connection was sad and precious at the same time.
Just like the connection of day and night.
Or maybe like shadow and light,
Or perhaps like heart and soul.
Never too close, never made for eachother yet incomplete without the other.
It was painfully amazing how even being distant through miles he was still there somewhere in her.
She tried everything to separate him from her messed up memory but he was inseparable."
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Chaotic Mess.
Poetry"I can't understand the chaos within me," She whispers finally letting the tears roll down, crumbled in her room, curled up in a ball, gasping for breath as she tries to hold herself, as she begs her heart to stop hurting so much. A collection of pr...
