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Last Year

Last year, this time of the year, I truly didn’t think I could feel this love for anyone.

Not even for you.

I wonder:
How the hell do you fix a broken heart, when the one with the knowledge (and feelings) to do it, is the one who broke it on the first place?
What a silly question for this silly girl.

Love

Love is not a matter of faith, but a decision you take every day

Her

Maybe that would have filled This tiny little hole in my heart…

Sometimes I really hate you and want to throw you out The Window
But i just sight and let it past…

Love Doesn’t Exist

How is it possible for you to get hurt this deep when you have no feelings at all? Specially if the person hurting you is the one you have ever admit to love, the first who made you feel this happy, the person who claims to love you back.

How is it even possible when you know love doesn’t even exist?

And JUST in one moment I realized you were the love of my life, and it killed me not to be able to ask you to stay by my side.

Silly me.

Why don’t you just leave?
At my Window I see you
You won’t stop hurting

Not a stong heart

My blank empty heart won’t stand it much longer.