BrokenWriter01
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All that was left ahead of me, Was called life, And all that I had left behind, Was sadly me.. So I walked on, Alone and lost, Searching for a new beginning, Hoping to find a new me... In this journey of hopelessness, Will you come with me? In this trip to the dawn of discoveries, Will you lend me a hand? I closed my eyes, And reached out to her, She did nothing but same as me... Only if the mirror could be a window to my mind, just like it had become the clear water to my body... :)) ps- writing after a long time, idk if it makes any sense. hope so didnt bother anyone. But whoever read this, hope u r doing fine and having a great day ❤️
BrokenWriter01
All that was left ahead of me, Was called life, And all that I had left behind, Was sadly me.. So I walked on, Alone and lost, Searching for a new beginning, Hoping to find a new me... In this journey of hopelessness, Will you come with me? In this trip to the dawn of discoveries, Will you lend me a hand? I closed my eyes, And reached out to her, She did nothing but same as me... Only if the mirror could be a window to my mind, just like it had become the clear water to my body... :)) ps- writing after a long time, idk if it makes any sense. hope so didnt bother anyone. But whoever read this, hope u r doing fine and having a great day ❤️
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adropofhumanity
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adropofhumanity
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BrokenWriter01
“The emotion of love is not self-sustaining; it endures only when lovers love many things together, and not merely each other.” – Walter Lippman (Happy Valentine's Day!)