Another night alone,
what was once there,
simmers in the dark.
The sleepless nights become my enemy,
whether nightmare or the image burned into my brain.
My heart is cold
Just as the winter blows.
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Author:
A Somber Soul. (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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Comments2
I know how this feels. The emptiness which is a gaping hole never to be filled.
Winter will end, soon your heart will be warm. Welcome to here. Nice writing.
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