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This is for YOU.
YOU whom shed all those bitter tears of agony and hearbreak.
I saw the glass - shattering torment you had to face,
for loving someone whom could not love YOU back.
I know it was painful,
i was there, I saw it all.
i know it nearly broke you,
BUT, I also know that you survived that level 7 earthquake of deceit that nearly ruined you.
SO, please, I beg of YOU,
do not forget the rose-scented days,
do not forget , those oh, so ,sweet, honeysuckle memories,
do not forget the whimsical echoes of happiness,
and,
MOST importantly,
do not allow the past to turn your beautiful secret garden
into a
ghost town,
yours faithfully ,
m57912.
-photo credited to original creators.
-song credited to original creators, Lana del rey -hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have, but I have it.
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Ghost town
General FictionYvonne Meyers let out a sigh of relief as she switched off her car. The fresh air blowing through her hair, a sign of good fortune, she thought. She immediately felt at home and at peace. The ghost town seemed to be floating amongst the decay and wi...
