Until now,
I remember that day;
when the fire was lit,
the trust was betrayed,
the argument was perpetual,
and the ego won over the love.
We had no doubt.
It was the kind of farewell that we longed for.
n.e
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
Until now,
I remember that day;
when the fire was lit,
the trust was betrayed,
the argument was perpetual,
and the ego won over the love.
We had no doubt.
It was the kind of farewell that we longed for.
n.e
Farewell, love.
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