Love.
A word.
A feeling.
An emotion.
What makes the world go round.
You.
I ******* love you.
And it hurts me, everytime that I feel like you're ignoring me.
It hurts me.
Knowing the fact, that you can't reciprocate my love for you.
Perhaps,
I still want to,
Thank you,
For all the *****
You've caused a lot of chaos in me.
Inside of me.
I'm broken.
Because, once again, I became fragile.
And that **** happens,
Everytime I fall.
And when fragile thing falls,
They get broken.
So am I.
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
Love.
A word.
A feeling.
An emotion.
What makes the world go round.
You.
I ******* love you.
And it hurts me, everytime that I feel like you're ignoring me.
It hurts me.
Knowing the fact, that you can't reciprocate my love for you.
Perhaps,
I still want to,
Thank you,
For all the *****
You've caused a lot of chaos in me.
Inside of me.
I'm broken.
Because, once again, I became fragile.
And that **** happens,
Everytime I fall.
And when fragile thing falls,
They get broken.
So am I.
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