I find myself standing under the scalding water at the end of every day,
Until my skin turns blood red,
Mourning someone who no longer exists.
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Short Stories Of Love (COMPLETED)
RomanceI may not be able to give all this love to the one who doesn't know I'm here but why let it go to waste when I can let it overflow here?
Mourning
I find myself standing under the scalding water at the end of every day,
Until my skin turns blood red,
Mourning someone who no longer exists.
