You told me I was like the sunset.
I thought about it this way --
That I was becoming more beautiful as time goes on. I was becoming beautiful, until I was not anymore. Until I disappeared.
A thought from taking alot of pictures of the sunset. (pic above) Can't help it.
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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