To Live Without Him
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Last published Mon, May 4, 2020
It was easy for you but not for me when you walked in my life
The whole world walked out
All those harsh words but still i loved you until you thought you had enough
I was ready to give every inch of mine to you
I let your love consume me
even with my clouded heart
I only heard your voice
You were never supposed to mean this much to me
I was never supposed to fall so hard for you but I did anyways
🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺
Falling for you was like digging my own grave of pain
You gave me feelings
I put it into poetries
It will live forever
FOREVER 🌺🌺
🍁🍁
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