By this time, I allow you to hurt me. Those words I thought wouldn't kill was like a bullet shot straight through my chest, and I felt like dying. For how many times I tried to forget every pain, swallow every words you'd say to me and even accept you still when all you do was to hurt me. I will let you hurt my feelings for now. And when tomorrow comes, I will leave you behind, I will leave all the pain and the memories that I know would wound me through the coming years. I will forget the love I have for you, this thorn on my chest somehow got deeper and will get more deeper and I am afraid that this would kill me, for I know leaving you is the most painful decision I would make. Yes, I will definitely regret leaving you but I know I will regret more holding on to someone who could kill me.
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Prose and Rose
PoetryWords are just words unless you sprinkle love on it. And if there is love, the words you'll read will come to life. It will glow like the sun, shine like the moon, twinkle like the stars, that will leave you in awe and in deep admiration. Here are...
