I die a little
Every time we part
A part of me
Fades away to nothing
As I suffer from a broken heart
Writing poetry and short stories to let people take a peek inside my mind. I also do videos, take pictures, and like to cook and share tips on cooking
Behind my back you ask Nothing Why do you ask Sneaking Who's sneaking So I am walking slow Doesn't mean I am sneaking There you go a...
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