Painful memories, that once were so sweet to think about.
Why do feelings turn rancid and ache so...
The worse part is knowing that I am now a regret, instead of a pleasant memory.
It feels like a gavel, delivering its sentence.
The mind is truly a prison.
Why do feelings turn rancid and ache so...
The worse part is knowing that I am now a regret, instead of a pleasant memory.
It feels like a gavel, delivering its sentence.
The mind is truly a prison.
You do not blog much anymore, and I get it.
ReplyDeleteJust wanting to say hello and I hope all is well with you.
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