LEAVING. That one word became a bad habit of mine. It's not that I love the idea of leaving people behind, but somehow, leaving was part of me, it made me stay alive. Even though the other party might get hurt by the sudden vanish. It was a habit of mine to push the demons away. To leave the unwanted scaring emotion that I've bottled up with. Leaving was the only thing left for me to do.
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Lost & Found
PoetryA collection of poems, proses, and a hint of shattered feelings. All in one, for my escape. Highest ranking: #10 in Poetry #9 in Thoughts #4 in Poet #9 in Emotions
