I’m not afraid of dying.
I’m afraid for my daughters to be alone.
Actually...
I’m afraid to wake up.
To see a post saying R.I.P.
To the person that I share life with.
Not my lover. I’m not the key to his heart.
Actually... not even my friend.
But we share 2 queens together,
We used to share things together.
Feelings. Emotions. Time.
Time down the drain.
Apocalypse.
Why do I fear of being without him,
When him isn’t even here?
Apocalypse.
Jun 2, 2018
Jun 2, 2018 at 10:58 AM UTC
I’m not afraid of dying.
I’m afraid for my daughters to be alone.
Actually...
I’m afraid to wake up.
To see a post saying R.I.P.
To the person that I share life with.
Not my lover. I’m not the key to his heart.
Actually... not even my friend.
But we share 2 queens together,
We used to share things together.
Feelings. Emotions. Time.
Time down the drain.
Apocalypse.
Why do I fear of being without him,
When him isn’t even here?
Apocalypse.
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