[Prisoner - Miley Cyrus, Dua Lipa🎶]
It was as if
a black frost had rained
on his hair.
It blew my soul
when my hands went cold
while trying to caress.
A pool of black rusted blood flowed
from the abyss of my soul.
Our hiccups that didn't start accumulated inside us
and overflowed from our hearts
like they never started.
Then...
There's no more.
The post of this story hurt us.
I can't get rid of you. I can't get away from you. I can't kill you and bury you in the ground. I can't forget you in my mind. My life is becoming meaningless by the day, and you're making more sense. Tell me everything. How am I supposed to live while you're alive?Â
