My heart is broken. When he left. A part of me died. The part that was capable of loving someone that much, shattered into a million tiny pieces and I didn't even try to put it back together.
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A book I'll never, ever write
RandomA book of excerpts, of ideas and stories, Of feelings and thoughts. Of things I'll never enhance, Of things that don't need to be completed To make sense, to evoke feeling. A book of things that every single Person has felt At one point or anoth...
