Sometimes I miss how close we used to be.
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Then I remember the icy dagger you plunged into my chest—
Made of steel so cold it froze my heart.
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After that, the memories fade, scattering in the wind.
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RandomThey say you can't keep emotions locked up in a bottle. So. I've decided to write them down. --- [Poetry and Thoughts] - •Ranked 3rd in #listen •Ranked 2nd in #letitout out of 86 stories on June 25, 2021 •Ranked 1st in #betweenthelines [May 12, 20...
