No feelings are left inside of me. No emotions- To wake up in the morning and no longer care what happens during the day. It's not supposed to be like this. Not at all. But it's because our world is so full of fantasy. Perceptions of love. Hopes of farfetched dreams. What is reality? Fantasy.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem more recently on Dec. 5th. I was confused-and still am- beause my ex's best friend asked me if I'd want to hook up sometime soon. I know it's wrong though.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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