Writing alone behind my silhouette. Finding the right tracks to mend my broken heart. But then a minute after I renowned myself I was again driven with your painful sketches.When will I stop loving you? When will I stop staring, glancing at someone who's already owned, someone I could never have...
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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...
