Nothing is forgotten. The same mistake.
I’ll send a message not awaiting a response.
Small drops are calling in the night your name
Again... Insomnia stops deadly time. What's for?
Why do you still cross minds all days and nights?
What is this torture for? Sometimes I lose control
and tears are running down in soundless cry.
I stroll along salt paths to a desecrate world.
What was I hopping for? It was to good
to be a real true for a too naive girl.
I will not open heart since then to you
or anybody else. I will live on my own.
29.07.2024
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