He wasn't mine,
The tears he cried weren't because of me, yet I wiped them away
The anger he felt wasn't because of me, yet I kept him grounded
The trauma that caused him pain wasn't because of me, yet I comforted him
His dark moments weren't because of me, yet I lit him up
His lips weren't mine to taste, yet I let mine linger
And still,
He wasn't mine
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Notes From An Overactive Thinker
General FictionThis series consists of all the short writings that i write in my notes, most of it will give you an insight into how my brain works and most of them are just little pieces I wrote when I had the inspiration. Enjoy <3
