In the middle of the story,
It is frozen.
Words that are only completed in a state of mind.
Erased from memory once processed.
Reading it seems unfamiliar, and unheard of from the mind it came from.
It is frozen.
Words that are only completed in a state of mind.
Erased from memory once processed.
Reading it seems unfamiliar, and unheard of from the mind it came from.
4 comments:
I keep you here trapped in my words.. words that come from my memory, my heart.. even they need a release now. I need to attempt to move ahead.
You need to attempt to understand
sometimes we care and wish for that someone who never cares for us. isn't it... we call it selfless love, so that person must be a gem and if she is not.. do we accept?
I never stop loving, even after a person has lost my trust
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