Words

If I’m nothing to you, then I’m not. And If this doesn’t feel like anything, it isn’t.
"The least you could do, is uncross your heart. Unhope to die"

“You’ve written my story backwards. You’ve taken my chapter out your book. Now I’m just a prologue. A dedication.
For you."

You’re just a sculpture that still moves in the museum of my mind. So keep walking. Art shouldn’t stop for anyone.
Light hits the eyes the universe gave me. Time throws slow punches but they hurt all the same. You are a secret I can never give up.

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