We're counting our curses in tens and hundreds, and I count you once. You counted me thrice. Lately I've forgotten how hugs feel and how people sound when they're in love. It's easy to lose track of the happiness. You've moved away now, to the grey and the stormy and all you've left behind is a gaping hole.
Moving forward isn't supposed to hurt so much, then why does it? Why does it rip your heart out of your chest? What is the lesson here? Can someone please answer.
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Laminated Emotions
Poésie"Trust the chaos to know where to take you" "But what if I am the chaos?" _________________ Warning: May contain various triggers and swearing, please proceed at your own risk. "My love, I'll forever cherish your mosaic heart" . . . Absolutely stu...
