As day passes by, I feel your hand loosing in mine, making the cold mist engulfing my being, leaving me vulnerable, fragile and weak. I don't feel you now. The same person I met before. It's just like in a blink of an eye, everything changed. Everything's faded behind the darkest cloud. You are free and I'm bounded to this shattered memories of happiness that I wish to turn into tiny particles of universe.
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Stitches and Wounds
شِعرI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
