Jun 2015
I have figured out that when I am sad
I am so filled with words that I can hardly contain that sadness
But when I am happy,
There's nothing left to say
And I don't know if that's numbness
Or emptiness that makes me mute
I am so filled with words that I can hardly contain that sadness
But when I am happy,
There's nothing left to say
And I don't know if that's numbness
Or emptiness that makes me mute
I can't find any words in me anymore
I mean, there a lot, but it'd be pathetic to keep writing about him when he's so far past me. He's forgotten and I can only remember.
I mean, there a lot, but it'd be pathetic to keep writing about him when he's so far past me. He's forgotten and I can only remember.
Written by
Claire Elizabeth
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