7 december

I don't know why, I don't know if you know it, but I've became a toy in your life.
everyting you say and don't say goes right into my heart,
it feels good and worm sometimes,
it feels like knifes that cut right through every wall other times.
words can hurt, but silence creates more pain...
jealousy, missing, waiting, hurting.
time will heal all wounds,
but time is also the thing that are making the wounds blead...
that's my life, my reality, my everyday


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