If this is what's real, then I don't want to feel. But it seems to consume every inch of my presence
and flips my vision. It brings along with me, a new reflection to look upon in dreaded times.
You took a piece. And still continue to. You break it off and for a memorable moment, I am without
and flips my vision. It brings along with me, a new reflection to look upon in dreaded times.
You took a piece. And still continue to. You break it off and for a memorable moment, I am without
a loving mechanism. Set in unfamiliar places, filled to the brim with unfamiliar emotions.
People will come and go. Much like the leaves delicately placed upon a tree by the will of nature,
sent to fall at the right time. I'm just waiting to fall from your tree. But it seems this is not my season.
People will come and go. Much like the leaves delicately placed upon a tree by the will of nature,
sent to fall at the right time. I'm just waiting to fall from your tree. But it seems this is not my season.
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