I wake up and think of you,
I eat and think of you,
I listen to music and think of you,
I cry and think of you,
Sometimes I ask myself, why?
Sometimes I ask myself, do you?
Why me? Do you still love me?
Because I still do😢
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Self Infliction to the Soul
PoetryBroken walls, shattered glass that has been filled with dismembered memories...Could only mean one thing, depression to the mind and infliction to the soul.
