I forgot how to breathe,
I forgot how to love,
I forgot how to feel.
Stop reminding me
What it's like;
To breathe,
To love,
To feel.
Stop
It.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
again
I forgot how to breathe,
I forgot how to love,
I forgot how to feel.
Stop reminding me
What it's like;
To breathe,
To love,
To feel.
Stop
It.
