As I’ve delved into the month of Spring,
You’ve become a faint dream,
I feel as though you were imagined,
nothing but a distant memory,
Sometimes I think I miss you,
however, it was merely the idea of you,
I felt so much in the past,
That I’ve accepted you’re loss,
You no longer cause me pain,
I’ve let you go,
I’ve become an introvert,
solely focused on my goals,
fixing my myself,
a work in progress…
yet here I am,
safe…
alone….
no one will hurt me,
you won’t hurt me.
NYCFASHIONREBEL 
I could relate it. This line was that which caught me:
“I feel as though you were imagined,
nothing but a distant memory”
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Hi thank you for your thoughts:) it’s nice to know that I’m not alone and somehow we can find comfort through writing.
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Yes that’s right writing makes us happy.
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