I lost you, and I lost myself.
A part of me, a part of you
functioning together
as the winter with the cold,
as the summer with the heat.
I was you, and you were me.
So, when I lost you,
I lost myself too,
enough to find myself
once again.
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The Intimacy of Imperfections
PoetryWith passion, independence and surroundings, The Intimacy of Imperfections captures the inside world of all the feelings and moments we live in our lives. Naitsky presents the most open-minded thoughts and feelings of any individual. The knowledge...
