2 of October.
2 of October and I'm still here.
2 of October and my heart hasn't healed yet.
2 of October and it seems like not a single day has passed.
The weather is getting cold,and I get to remember.I get to feel this freezing breeze down my spine every year,to this day.
I get to remember and travel back instead of looking forward.I get to see that no matter how much I've tried I can never really let go.
Maybe I'll leave it for next year,just like any other year.Maybe healing needs more time,or no time at all for me.
I wish I could change,but I can't.
God,what would she think of me now?
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PoetryThis a place where I keep some thoughts i have when I feel a certain way. These are inspired by things that made me feel a certain way, and gave me inspiration, or I just wanted a way to take it all out. This is mainly personal, so I dont think it w...
