The love we treasured in poetry,
It appears that...
Those burdens of memories...
are solely mine to bear!
For you, it doesn't exist at all!
Everything that's living in our poem...
Reminds me of those magical hours!
Some weigh me down!
Some lift me up!
What about you, though?
Is it just me and the poem...
that reminisce those fondness?
For only me to feel that way...
Is that a curse?
We may call them memories,
But do they still bear the same passion?
Or, they just an empty flash!
For those memories, do we share
the same depth of emotions?
But isn't it a punishment...
if it just affects one person?
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Stuck in a trauma bond
Short StoryMany people don't express their heartbreak openly as they don't like to appear vulnerable in the eyes of others. For them, notepad has become a safe space to vent emotions they may not feel comfortable sharing with friends or family. Yes, this book...
