Suddenly I just woke up, then realized that my pillows are pour with my tears; the things I used to loved doesn't make me happy anymore; my passion doesn't give me that much excitement as before; and I was wreck even more.
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Smile, Cry, Die
Poëzie"How can you save a splitting relationship when you can't even save yourself? " I'm Dane and this are the words I couldn't dare to shout. The words of pain that I couldn't precipitate. The metaphors I couldn't dare to speak... Would you listen? ...
