Fate is the one who decides,
Whether our love,
Should last or fade,
But you were too impatient
To wait for Fate's judgement.
And now all I'm left with,
Is your smell and a note saying
"Goodbye".
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Thoughts Of The Dead Girl
PoetryShe was the girl who gave everything. She was the girl with the most beautiful smile. She was the girl with a big heart. She was. And now, she is just a dead girl with a blank face, broken heart and head full of thoughts.
