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—and one day my words will no longer make any sound anymore; and my eyes will no longer chase after that faint light you kept in your drawer anymore; and my skin will peel itself off of this body and maybe I'll turn into something I've never wish to be; and the rythm of love will be nothing but just a stranger that used to live in my bones;

and one day, my hands will no longer search for yours because they're used to being white and cold; and my dreams will no longer ask for your presence anymore because they're used to reach the stars without you; and my mind will no longer remember or think about you anymore because the voices will tell it so;

and one day, my poems will no longer be about you anymore because I'll be writing about something else; and I will no longer wait for you to come home because I knew you already found another; and I will no longer react when you cut me open, because I've been cutting myself open since the day you handed me the knife;

and one day I will no longer be part of this game, and you will no longer hear me crying about these wounds anymore, because I won't care about anything anymore...

one day, loving you will be the only thing I would never remember and know,

one day, the weight of my silence will be much heavier than my absences...

and I hope that one day haunts you...

I hope it haunts you

forever...

@notefrsoul

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—and one day my words will no longer make any sound anymore; and my eyes will no longer chase after that faint light you kept in your drawer anymore; and my skin will peel itself off of this body and maybe I'll turn into something I've never wish to be; and the rythm of love will be nothing but just a stranger that used to live in my bones;

and one day, my hands will no longer search for yours because they're used to being white and cold; and my dreams will no longer ask for your presence anymore because they're used to reach the stars without you; and my mind will no longer remember or think about you anymore because the voices will tell it so;

and one day, my poems will no longer be about you anymore because I'll be writing about something else; and I will no longer wait for you to come home because I knew you already found another; and I will no longer react when you cut me open, because I've been cutting myself open since the day you handed me the knife;

and one day I will no longer be part of this game, and you will no longer hear me crying about these wounds anymore, because I won't care about anything anymore...

one day, loving you will be the only thing I would never remember and know,

one day, the weight of my silence will be much heavier than my absences...

and I hope that one day haunts you...

I hope it haunts you

forever...

@notefrsoul

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