His sweet words cut me over and over again. His soft whispers bring back bittersweet memories. Over and over again, he reminds me of what we had. A pit burns my heart into ash that dance in the breeze. I'm like a moth, attracted to the bright flames of what past held. Endless streams of tears lull me to sleep through restless nights. Pain keeps me alive, happy times a distant dream.
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De TodoOk, so these are some little stories I'm writing that are beginnings of could be future stories. If you like one and want it to become a bigger story, please comment on that story.
