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My mind always drifted to you.
We were over, but my heart deep down won't accept.
Broken in my room, mind running to you
I come across the old love letters
When the love felt real
Like nothing could stop us.
When we had the whole future ahead of us, together.
Looking back, I wanted to crumble them. Tear them. Burn them. My heart wouldn't let me.
He'll be back.
My heart begged me, don't destroy them.
My heart cried but my cheeks stayed dry.
When would the constant war with myself end?
- H.H.
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Written With Suicidal Thoughts
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