His personality, his way of seeing things, his voice, his attitude, his goofy ness, and mostly his soul. He's broken, but won't let people see for the simple fact he don't want to seem week. He don't want to let people know the real him. I use to know the real him.... he use to be mine.. he use to come to me, give me hours on end of his time. Sadly it meant nothing not a thing. He needed mending and I was there, I was always there. I loved him with everything in me and he didn't care, he didn't love me back. He couldn't. No. No I am not mad because he couldn't love me, I let him drown me and now I've came back up for air. I can't let him consume me. I can't let him destroy me more then I have destroyed myself. I have to pick my heart up and leave home. Because he can't be home anymore, I now have to make myself home.
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short writings
Cerita PendekThis is my first time ever actually posting my writings and no there not story's there just short little poems or writings but please give back feed back and honest opinions enjoy.
