" where she is the queen "
At this point, my words don't even mean anything, my lines are random, my meanings are all over the place, my endings are left in the middle. I've not the slightest idea if I can compose something coherent. It all feels li...
Loving him was like - being drunk beyond consciousness , not being strong enough to resist , always giving in , being ... so enchanted , by the Starlights in the eyes ; and then , waking up with a hangover .
Then , one day I had this moment , where I had a reason to let go , leave and not look behind another time , and I ran , I ran feeling , free , light as a feather , down that stairway , flying , but , I heard the footsteps after , his shadow covered me and I was caught again .
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