"No one can ever love me." She looked at the stars and said, "You know what? That person will never be there." Her face resting in the dim moonlight.
"He's right beside you." He whispered as the words soak in the murmuring grasses underneath.
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Debris Of My Existence
PoetryThe memories and experience of my life collided and bombarded itself as a bomb explosion. And now there only exists the debris of my existence.
