I WRITE,
I write as I watch my world slipping trough my hands, my heart shattering from the force of me holding it and the breeze carrying all the dust with itself.
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Stacked Letters  by lossttlisaa
Stacked Letters
She wanted to be his sunshine but he caved himself with darkness.
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