Sometimes I wonder, If I was born and bloomed only to take these many hurting,.. what they,... the hurting actually don't teach us is,... That... if we bleed, we bleed Love,,, we bleed hope,,,we bleed dreams,,,we bleed the compost of strength to hold our roots strong and spread fragrance. Darling,....You're strong, you better be,..for yourself and the ones around you.

Messy

Random thoughts

It's over... and it's okay. You don't have to check on her anymore. It's okay you don't have to share your favorite songs anymore. It's okay you don't even have to share how you feel anymore. It's okay, cuz it's over. Move on and let her move on.

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Before listening take two mins to write a list of things/persons you like.