thin red strings pulled our poor souls
we thought we were soulmates since then
but that same strings that draw us together, slowly reached through out and circled around our body
we then both struggled to breathe
until the air we inhale does not reach our lungs anymore
until the love we share does not fill our hearts like before
YOU ARE READING
sober confessions of a broken college girl.
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