I wonder if she knows
I wonder if she knows
what she has stolen from me
my hands tremble as I try and swallow and consume all the thoughts running through my mind
what she didn’t realise is that she drained me,
drained me of my peace, my soul.
he once sat in front of me, on his knees while tears ran down my face.
" ill never hurt you, your pain is over"
fast forward a year or so and its all faded away
as...
Thursday 12th September 2019 9:19 pm
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