The scars,
they're still there. I still feel it from the bottom of my heart, and it feels like it's scratching my back with a knife, and I am falling into pieces,
just to think about the times that we used to have.
The sound of your voice,
they're still there, murmuring like an anxious child who's getting his first bad score in school ever, like an old song that keeps playing on repeat.
It haunts me every second in every day. Does it have to be this hard, just to missing you?
The thoughts of you,
they're still there. And even after all this time, I'm still here. Wondering where you are, what kind of food that you get today,
did you perhaps, updating your playlist or not. Do you still have our songs in your car?
They're still there, and I don't know when I will heal.
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PoesieThere are things in life that you wish you could tell people easily, but you find yourself didn't find any single words, combine it into sentences and make it whole as a story, then tell it to people that some of them, will judge you easily before y...
