I don't know what I feel. I hate when you disappear. I hate when you don't talk to me. I hate when you don't care about how I feel.
But I can't hate you.
We talk at night and it feels like magic.
You and I.
Late night talks.
The moon.
The stars.
Our voices.
Our fears.
You and I again.
Bella X.
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The secret diary of a broken soul
PoetryI just talk about my feelings, cuz I feel everything too much and too deeply
