Do you know what it is like to see and believe in love yet not feel it inside of you?
It is like living inside of a glass coffin, knowing air is our there, seeing the trees dance with every swish of breeze.
Yet inside you are slowly dying. Dying and rotting.
I am rotting.
Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
Do you know what it is like to see and believe in love yet not feel it inside of you?
It is like living inside of a glass coffin, knowing air is our there, seeing the trees dance with every swish of breeze.
Yet inside you are slowly dying. Dying and rotting.
I am rotting.
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