ɪ ɢᴜᴇꜱꜱ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴏᴜʀɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ
He bury feelings he never liked. He arranged a funeral for such emotions just so he can cry it out. He buried them deep beneath the sand, hoping that they can sprout and give birth to a much richer soil, maybe then they can be worth more than he ever could be. His lover always looked at meadows of gold, fully capable of attaining them, but he doesn't understand how she could've taken a liking to a desert with nothing but drought, and corpses that will never bloom.
I truly am a place, not worthy of being written on a map, not worthy for a name, yet you marked me as yours, your favorite place, your home.
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Sea Of Despairೃ༄
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