I look at you with pride,
I know you and you know me,
But do I really know the real you,
Or is the person standing in front of me
Just an illusion, just a mask, just my imagination.
I miss your not so warm embraces
I miss chipping the ice from around your heart
But mostly I miss having you to talk to
I know you might hate me,
And that's quite sad
But as much as I try
I can't seem to cry.
I have refused to let you go,
Because I won't be breathe
You stole my heart
and I can't let you leave
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Non-FictionThis is a story of my life, my love life to be more exact. I hate my memories but i love to shear, I problem sheared is a problem half solved, this book will never end as long as i am alive because this is my life, and you get this little peck of w...
