sometimes death is something you wish for but it doesn't happen.
it is like a love you once had,
you don't stop loving them but you don't love them as once before,
I used to love myself but it started to fade away like a flower in the winter,
it dies till spring brings it back.
a feeling i've had for a while;
many would say that i am sad but kind others would say im happy all the time but my friends and girlfriend know that others see only the surface
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC
sometimes death is something you wish for but it doesn't happen.
it is like a love you once had,
you don't stop loving them but you don't love them as once before,
I used to love myself but it started to fade away like a flower in the winter,
it dies till spring brings it back.
a feeling i've had for a while;
many would say that i am sad but kind others would say im happy all the time but my friends and girlfriend know that others see only the surface
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