Tears they won't fall,
Eyes are like the desert.My feelings are dryingIn the desert of my heart.
When was the last time I felt something? The emptiness is haunting me relentlessly.
But how to feel, when everyone disappoints you every time you try?
How to feel, when everyone has their fingers are crossed?
Feelings? Maybe I'm better off without them.
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Little Black Notebook | Editing | ✓
Short StoryYou were like a cherry blossom. You bloomed, but you were gone too soon. *Captivating book with audio and picture attachments to bring the atmosphere to life. *This book is currently in the editing process and prone to overall changes when finished...
