A deep pain punctured his chest.
Hot ice burned his heart, almost sinking like an anchor, pulling his heart down to the depth of an endless void of darkness.
In that moment nothing mattered.
Everything seemed fake.
Everyone was fake.
Every single person and thing was superficial.
And he hated it.
He cannot change it.
No matter how much he wanted to.
~A.E
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Midnight Thoughts
Poesía"What will you say when I show you my locked up secrets, burried in the center of my heart? Will you still love me then, or will you just run like them?" ▪ ▪ ▪ A series of poems.
