I visited that mountain again
But this time I visited it at night
It was raining , I opened the trunk of my car , took out my album that held a lot of memories
I sat on that huge rock staring at the moon remembering everything we had back then
I filled my photos " OUR photos " with tears and screams
I yelled to the extent that my stitches and my wounds were healed
I sprayed your perfume all over your jacket , took a deep smell .
And I can say that after four years , I chose to move on .
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Shattered Souls
Short StoryMy book is a bit different, it contains short stories and motivational paragraphs. I write about insecurities, gay people, suicidal thoughts, love, break ups and so many more subjects.
