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And as the days turn to weeks, weeks into months i still sit here waiting, waiting for you to come to me.. |
These tears remind me of your abscense |
Everything I do reminds me of you |
An unaswered question and unfinished sentence more to come, not yet done |
polluted emotions scars to my heart forever with me |
Light creeps out of the darkness i once bathed in, i am now washed with warmth, i do not drown but bathe in harmony |
she cracks the glass because like her, it is beautiffuly broken |
Bloody soul stings from infection, the bandaid on her heart failed |