Jan 2018
In the middle of a rose garden, I see you like an angel
calling me unto you
I run.
Bleeding
I'm here,
Alone... as you vanish into thin air.
calling me unto you
I run.
Bleeding
I'm here,
Alone... as you vanish into thin air.
Pain is a lonely feeling.
(20/F/MD)
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