I reach for your hand
But you let it go
You watched me fall
You watched me fade away
I would have lived if you had stayed
But I did not matter enough
Disclaimer
When I speak of death it is often a representation of an end. I do not want this to be misinterpreted because I know I have friends on here who care. I appreciate all of you.
Peace and love,
Nyx
Once again, you tugging at those heart strings. I like your art
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hugs. I can relate. a beautiful poem. xo
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Nicely written ❤️
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Thank you
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Be blessed Nyx!
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