Broken strings & Pretty things

The world, seen through a young girl's eyes.

Burning thoughts.

It’s the ultimatum of a goodbye which shakes my core: the finality of dropping these sunk in feelings and having to completely disregard them; having to move on when feelings are requited, yet unable to act upon.
I miss seeing you as my life jacket: the safety and security from the wallowing depths of pain.
I miss the way we used to be. Before everything.

Can we go back? Can you come back?


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