"On some days, the hurt just comes back and awakens the memories of us. The feeling of being trapped in a time loop never seems to go away as I reminisce about your smile and how your hand fitted perfectly in mine. But at the same time, I recalled how you made forever seem so short and how I never really had you to even begin with since you lied about everything since the beginning of time. I still miss you. "
- missing the moments
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
