Saturday, September 9
everyday,
i wake up with this hole in my heart
like i've been shot right through
and then,
just when i go to sleep thinking wishing it will all be alright
each time dawn breaks.
i find myself trapped in this bubble.
i dont know how to get out,
truth is,
whatever you had said,
really hurt and remains etched in my goldfish memory.
but,
i'm not giving up.
not yet.
just that, right now.
i'm just recuperating from what's been said.
contemplating.
you know, the love's still with me.
impulsively and honestly,
yours truly
5:41 AM
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