It hurts.
Even if you go thousands of miles away,it hurts.
Even if you decide not to think of past, it hurts.
Even if you start a new life on your own, it hurts.
Even if you enjoy the strangeness of air, it hurts.
It hurts when you are sad
and even when you are happy, it hurts.
It hurts when you loose yourself
and even when you don't, it hurts.
It hurts when you are there
and even when you are not, it hurts.
It hurts so deeply and I know, it will hurt forever.
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2 comments:
Why? Why so, my dear friend??
so nice....
it hurts is so touchy to heart...
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