Eight describes us well.
Infinite loops we circle in the dark.
Secretly feeling so elastic.
Fearful of the sting.
Burying our hearts.
Digging deeper.
Time passing.
Pretending,
there's no pull.
Vices to numb,
the tugs.
In the dark
we react to
the sting.
Infinite
pain.
It just
becomes
worse
with
time.
Eight.
Engraved
in our
hearts.
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Author:
Destiny\'s Perspective (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments1
This is so good Destiny, and so true also,our infinity has good too, so much good that they out weigh the bad if we let it
Thank you! 😉
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