She wanted me to write,

Write down my feelings,

My behavior.

Appreciated my difference from the others,

As I appreciated hers.

I am falling.

Falling for so long,

I cannot talk to her anymore,

Cannot write with her,

Philosoph with her,

I cannot even crie.

Because my heart tells me,

Life ends at some point.

Not this young,

But it does.

And I cannot carry on,

But I’ll have to.


About marthachiara

Just that down there
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