Monday, November 6
Fear in her eyes for the millionth time. It seemed like long ago, those days she deemed happiness. Time is at fault, no one else. Killing everyone mercilessly, blood is not seen but hearts are broken. But the world still moves on, & people still do not reveal themselves.
The clouds are disappearing, skies turned grey and flowers are dying. Her heart tells her its time to go home now, but her stubborn limbs refuses to let go. She might not hold on anymore.
& having said so much, im moving away from this scene. At least for now, i'll go write a diary.
The clouds are disappearing, skies turned grey and flowers are dying. Her heart tells her its time to go home now, but her stubborn limbs refuses to let go. She might not hold on anymore.
& having said so much, im moving away from this scene. At least for now, i'll go write a diary.
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What is love, truly? Some say its a bond, some say its a journey. Love is everything, the good, the bad, the happy, the sad, the pain, the hurt. Love is every emotion amplified an infinite times, and yet, can still never be comprehended. They say true love lasts forever but, forever does not exist.
Life, is not just about love.
You don't need love to live.
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Life, is not just about love.
You don't need love to live.
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