Stories That Make Sense
I wish the ache in my heart shouldn’t have been as stubborn as
He taught me the art of writing.
He broke me again.
While I was busy in handling the chaos of my unbalanced life,
Santa Claus was the first man to teach me that
He left her. And chose manipulative words over her love and empathy.
I am broken!
Yes, you read that sentence effortlessly.
I was laying in the dark horizon of a congested forest, sunbathing my bruised wounds,
The blunders of chaotic life, through every accusation I am facing, through the
500 people in front, 1000 eyes staring at us.
We just held hands.
I know there are other things to talk about, to write about, to
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