She touched the stars ever so gently for him. She burnt holes through her hands, but hid them for the sake of the holes in his heart. She gave all she could for him. Him. He was faded sand , slowly slipping through her fingers. She tried to build a book of words to describe what he meant to her. Over time, the pages were empty. She had nothing left to say; for he had left her speechless. As she tried to fill the pieces in his heart, her heart leisurely disintegrated into a pile of dust. She had given the pieces of her heart to fill the missing ones of his. In time, there was nothing left of her.
Empty, she sat in the darkness of her mind, wondering what she did wrong. She killed herself, in order to save him. But in the end, they are both still drowning in the sand of an hourglass.
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Its Okay To Hurt.
Документальная прозаLife can get the best of us. I want you to know you aren't alone. You are never alone.
