The trick is to keep breathing in And here we go.

  • Aug. 29, 2022, 9:55 p.m.
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I sold my heartbeat to have my fortune told.
I stop looking for you today. I will not stop loving you. With time the intensity will dimmish, the pain will subside, the memories will dwindle and someday I will die, waiting, wondering.
You said you needed to get off the radar for a while, a week before the lockdowns hit and everything went to hell.
Life was never the same again.
Life won’t be the same again.
I should’ve asked you to stay, I thought you’d come back.

She’s not the kind of girl
Who likes to tell the world
About the way she feels about herself


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