• cwright 5w

    Losing her

    My fear is you don't feel the same as when we first met I told you I would love. Until my dying breath. But now you've seemed to the change nothing feels the same. You've forgotten me and what we used to be. Now I'm drowning in thoughts of you. From the first day I told you I would love you until my dying breath. Now I set here and my life's a mess nothing can numbness pain. Or pull me from thoughts of you. Now I'm becoming part of the past. The part you don't want to remember.
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