Thursday, 12 September 2019

And still, I do not have a song for this one...

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You know what you usually do after a painful goodbye...
You write it out,
I write it out?
Yes, you write it down and allow yourself to feel.

All I found today was:

“I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.”― Benedict Smith

Unfortunately I want to feel this one,
like a memory so close to my heart,
I fear I am not grieving the loss of you,
But a reminder of a love I once had,
The devil I once knew...
The only love I will ever know.


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