You tear me apart,
Breaking me down,
Piece by piece.
Until you burn me down,
Till I'm nothing but old memories,
fading away in the back of your head.
-diana 🌹
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The Abyss Of Thoughts
Poesía"Looking at my reflection, I realize that in the ungrateful end, Between the old me and the new and improved me, The real me has disappeared. What is left for me? My real identity doesn't exist anymore, Only in past memories, I have become my worst...
