Lost and broken, many words have been left unspoken. Our love was like a token. I ******* up and lost someone perfect and something great, all do to a stupid mistake. But that goes to show it's the little things that count the most. I wonder through my thoughts, thinking about what I've been taught, and the ways I have bought, but would I truly have thought. The way things plan out they say is for a reason, but this....This is what I call treason. How can you plan to take away ones joy and happiness, all because your hating on who there with. this empty feeling is hard to hide, no tears to shed even tho I cry. I guess this is what they say it feels like to die inside ~Cody.T
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Lost and broken, many words have been left unspoken. Our love was like a token. I ******* up and lost someone perfect and something great, all do to a stupid mistake. But that goes to show it's the little things that count the most. I wonder through my thoughts, thinking about what I've been taught, and the ways I have bought, but would I truly have thought. The way things plan out they say is for a reason, but this....This is what I call treason. How can you plan to take away ones joy and happiness, all because your hating on who there with. this empty feeling is hard to hide, no tears to shed even tho I cry. I guess this is what they say it feels like to die inside ~Cody.T
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