I still remember how it hurts to say your name. It burned like acid, filling my mouth and running to the back of my throat. But now it doesn't burn anymore. It feels empty. And that's what you are. An empty space in my existence.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:21 PM UTC
I still remember how it hurts to say your name. It burned like acid, filling my mouth and running to the back of my throat. But now it doesn't burn anymore. It feels empty. And that's what you are. An empty space in my existence.
