Here's to the love that I have built securely. Ladies and gents it's called —self love. Yet, I am broken, I have shattered, shattered into pieces and pieces into dust. I am teared and couldn't find a way out of this suffocating hell. My soul got out of my body and I don't know who am I anymore or what makes me. My missing pieces were blown, gone with the wind. I am helpless—a hopeless case. I no longer exist so...Goodbye, it's a farewell.
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PIXIE'S PROSE COLLECTION
General FictionThese are the proses that cloud up my mind over a cup of coffee. It's a collection of plain proses and prose poetries. - ROAD TO MY INNERMOST SOUL -
