It doesn't mean that when you built a wall between us and I didn't bother looking at it, I am naive and insensitive. It also doesn't mean that I have no courage to fight and make you stay when I let you exit that door.
I am aware, and I do have bravery. Perhaps, I had expected too much that this would happen. And I have accepted that things and people will come, go, and change. That eventually, you are going to leave me too.
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Letters To Nimbus
Poetry[ a poetry collection about breaking and forgiving. ] He admired her so much that the light she emits blinded his eyes, and all he has vanished to oblivion. A mistake he failed to avoid. She saw him turned into something else; it was mournful. To pr...
