I'm tired of being tried tasted and then tested of being heard, yet unheard for being vulnerable but volatile about being called, just a victim while i was actually butchered over no promises, as they say to let freedom be the only connection.
I can't blame or put it on flame I can't name it as betrayal as words are universal lairs and i should have been aware before being pealed and painted on sand shores, as tides just come to wash you away, but never stay.
They set, their own set of rules for their entry and their exits As ex is such a perfect prefix for that may be an experience or a way of their existence and I'm just another experiment but they are exempted, from any examinations and trials.
rainbow_salthey miss this is a gossamer... So smoothly you had portrayed... so happy to read you :) *_*
k_kshitijDamn ‼️ Though late, I am glad to be living this Masterpiece. Where do I begin and what do I say... The expounding of the 'Ex', the running over the chest, the conclusion with 'Lost', and here we are also lost. Simply Superb
pa_luck@k_kshitij I'm glad too, that you came, though late. Each of your appreciation matters in the forms of matter. Thank you back and again :)