I'm like a tissue. They use me and let go, once they're done. But they forget that on this tissue, they've left an imprint behind. Everything feels so black, just so black once they leave. Why? That's how it all goes! Even that tiny, immaculate pearl has to escape the shell at once.
But there's still a part of me that craves for him, respects and loves him. And the other parts, they just don't come to action. And still, I bet that I won't be done falling for his fool's gold. Tried to lose him to love me, turns out I lost another piece of me, in fact, the whole of me. Trust is broken like a stitch is.
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Seasons of Youth
Ficción GeneralGreetings!! This book is going to be a compilation of the prose and poetries that I write. Most of it is something that almost everyone can relate to, specially if they've ever felt connected to someone. Music has always been an indispensable part...
