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Friday, 28 July 2017

What happened?






I lost you.
I lose. Everytime.
This is what happens.
I don't understand anything else. I don't want to.
Things have a certain way of working.
People don't.
People change and sometimes so drastically that when you're reduced to ashes, you ask yourself, what happened.
Circumstances happened.
Life happened.
The hurt comes from the fact that the same person that you loved will not come back.
That shy guy with big brown eyes has turned into something unrecognizable.
 And there's nothing you can do except accept it.
you do.
Your heart can't.
Because whatever happened.
You lost him.

Posted by Booklet of a Dreamer. at 22:22:00
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