You're Gone

January 23, 2020

warmth.

embrace, it's something i lack.

i'll be without, you won't come back.

hate.

love, it's all an illusion.

at this point it's all confusion.

fate.

destiny, you got the best of me.

now no one wants what's left, you see?

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