I was a writer,And you were too realistic.That's why we broke up.Now I write about you. -
I was a writer,And you were too realistic.That's why we broke up.Now I write about you.
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Sadness is getting immune to heartbreak. -
Sadness is getting immune to heartbreak.
Old songs are what add feelings to a dead heart. -
Old songs are what add feelings to a dead heart.
I see hundred faces a day. I talk to twenty. Ten turn out to be a disappointment. I laugh with five. Two stand at the office exit to bid me a goodbye. One makes me feel like coming home. -
I see hundred faces a day. I talk to twenty. Ten turn out to be a disappointment. I laugh with five. Two stand at the office exit to bid me a goodbye. One makes me feel like coming home.
On Winters.Another name for grief is winter. Touches and hugs everything that comes around, makes you shiver. -
On Winters.Another name for grief is winter. Touches and hugs everything that comes around, makes you shiver.
On Winters.If I swallow the winter, will I feel warm? Because it's colder inside. -
On Winters.If I swallow the winter, will I feel warm? Because it's colder inside.
On Winters.You were a lukewarm lover, like the winter that doesn't snow. -
On Winters.You were a lukewarm lover, like the winter that doesn't snow.
On Winters.Winter wants to kiss me and I hug my blanket tighter. -
On Winters.Winter wants to kiss me and I hug my blanket tighter.
On Winters.Hug me like the snow that wraps itself around the branches of the trees.Swipe >>> -
On Winters.Hug me like the snow that wraps itself around the branches of the trees.Swipe >>>
Discovering yourselfwhile exploring the world. -
Discovering yourselfwhile exploring the world.