Not quite but too much. Thinking of my addiction and then there comes lot more to that. Slap me with reality and Bruised my heart resulting to fatality. Please bring me back to the time where I was numb. The time where I was still safe and sound. The time when you're still not around.
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PoetryFormer:LLANÈ:THE STORY OF HOW I FELT And there was She.... The one whose left behind your shadow together with your girl. Staring blankly at your back, bidding a silent farewell..... and each day that passed, she wrote letters and entries that was a...
