Blue Doors
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Ultima pubblicazione mar, nov 24, 2020
"Everything was blue in my head. Staring at the wall, the sun's rays kissing my amateur drawings, my playlist playing on shuffle. Everything was blue, just blue."
I broke down in my room with my broken pieces. I could feel my heart sinking in an endless pit. It was a constant feeling of numbness and pain together.
As i sat on the edge of the bed holding onto every breath, i realized, 'I love to love, but i missed myself'
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