It was about a month since she passed
I didn't know what to do
I was such a mess
I was screaming
I was crying
I was giving in
All the fights
All the late nights
I should've known something wasn't right
But I was too oblivious
Too selfish
Too caught up in what I wanted
And now it's over
She's gone
As am I
Now there's nothing left
Nobody left
Only an empty, wilted garden
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
It was about a month since she passed
I didn't know what to do
I was such a mess
I was screaming
I was crying
I was giving in
All the fights
All the late nights
I should've known something wasn't right
But I was too oblivious
Too selfish
Too caught up in what I wanted
And now it's over
She's gone
As am I
Now there's nothing left
Nobody left
Only an empty, wilted garden
It was too good to be true I suppose
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