It all begins with a simple smile,and little giggles that draws their attention.They wonder and explore to find something vile,nothing appears so they start to question. The digital signs shows their devotionin happy emojis that tell their emotions.A call here and there that last for hours,and that is when we call the night ours. We roam around the halls, hand and handgrinning like crazy because it was not planned.Everyone acknowledges our presence together,something that our peers endeavour. Sooner or later we lost all communication,because our differences were revealed.Our relationship becomes a complication,due to arguments that turn into a battlefield. Eventually the love dies,because it all started with the lies.Our differences were beginning to unfold,the nonsense was getting old. But the worst thing wasn’t letting go,it was the absence of the love we told.
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