your name is seared through the pages burning a hole through my collection of memories
words incinerated
words wasted
when it was a bigger risk to not fall in love with you than to endure the pain of you telling me that you don’t love me anymore
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
your name is seared through the pages burning a hole through my collection of memories
words incinerated
words wasted
when it was a bigger risk to not fall in love with you than to endure the pain of you telling me that you don’t love me anymore
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