Don't think about it too much.
Don't think about how much it hurts; just take a match to the memories and singe the heart of the centuries.
We all get left behind in the end, and I'll know I'll break before you bend.
Might as well close my eyes to you, leave behind what we wanted to do.
Don't think about it too much, don't think about how much it hurts.
Just set fire to all that we were,
and let the two of us
Burn.
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Inner Thoughts
Short StoryThis is a journal about what all goes through my head, so enjoy. 6/27/2020 #21 in thought provoking 9/9/2020 #370 in Journal
