Well it doesn't hurt anymore
When you go on and try to break me
I've learned to handle this type of rubbish.
You're no longer in that special place in my heart
Because you've been replaced by me
I'm superior to you from now .
Let the spirits who witnessed my restless nights
Those who failed to bring my heart to you through the wind and moonlight
Let them tell you that you're dead to me .
My heart is now mine and mine only .
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A Journey
PoetryNothing fancy to see here .. A journey of my lonely deep thoughts .
