I found myself standing in this empty place again and i didn't know what was real and what wasn't anymore. I couldn't have known that I would end messed up after walking in. I didn't know I was slowly going crazy because of her.
I knew the thought of her was real, and now i had only realized my love for her was also real. But I hadn't touched her since so long, I hadn't felt her cold skin nor her dry lips against mine for what felt like ages to me that it made me feel insane to think about her existence.
I knew she had existed, but I preferred thinking she hadn't, because I hated blaming her for my broken soul.
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New story!
I thought of it while reading poems and I've never written any real romance stories ever since I started writing. So here it is.
I'm not sure yet if it's going to be a short story but I think so, I haven't really made up my mind.
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