It'd be healed by time, wouldn't it?
They say you'd feel everything in between. You'd feel full, but so full of voids. You'd feel empty, but all the poetry is within you. You'd feel that you're healing, until it hits you out of no where.
You're feel numb, too fragile to even breathe, but you'd be still capable of warming the vulnerability of their soul.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
