Dwelling in our past can destroy, can kill. It consumes my time and faith while it rips my heart out and stomps on it till it's in a million lonesome pieces. No forward, just backward. No looking ahead, just behind. Memories are the only thing that I have to hold on to. And the only memories I can see is of you walking out of my life with no explanations, no good-bye, away from me, to your future leaving me in our past.Birth sign: Capricorn
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