We share so much these days
Nothing seems to belong to us completely
We share cars
Netflix accounts
Music platforms
The inside of our houses
Designer furniture on Instagram
Vacation pictures on Facebook
Goals, outlooks on life, food, diplomas, expensive clothes
Even our sexual partners
Go ahead, fuck my best friend, who hasn't yet?
So why aren't we able to share what's inside our heart?
You have an opinion on everything, so what are you really thinking?
Are you lonely sometimes?
Because I am.
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About [Love]
Poetry'Everything was fine up until the moment I realized how many people were in the room. And suddenly, I couldn't breathe.' [Diary of a soul]