How does it feel to lose someone when they just walk away? Here are my thoughts.
poetry
Night lives
Night is a friend of mine even if unwanted one.
My Savior
You are still special. It hurts, but you are still my special person. And you probably always will be. I'm sorry it had to end this way.
The battles of voices
The never ending battle. The battle of battles, the one that is the most important. Lose the battle, you will lose the war. Win the battle, you still won't win the war. What to do? Listen or block out the voices? Fight or flight? Which one do YOU choose?
The less of…
the less of you, the more of...
Incredibly close, yet silent
How distance can make you feel closer, yet the closeness can make you feel so distant. Is it a vicious circle? Or just a natural reaction of our souls?
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