lost,lost again ... silent memories screeming without noise making my brain itch with lack of concentration ...and if i close my eyes, there's a stabbing pain of absence i am scared to anymore ... afraid of what i will or won't find sorrow, rivers, beds unmade, the last glowing embers of us in my mind the fiery ashes float away and dissappaer into the night's sky. My hand otustretched, helpless of this loss'
Reason for writing:
One of those numerous depressing winter days.
Birth sign: Leo
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