This is me...
Ruqayyah Jkh
Today i opened that book, Cause the timing was ideal.. I told you every book has its time to be read.. In that office you told me i was still stalking.. I never like the word.. Cause i have heard it from another woman i once loved.. Its been a struggling year.. I had to let go.. Not of you but.. Of her.. It does not hurt as much as you do.. It hurts though.. You are that love i could not give her.. I tried as harder as i can.. I was not.. I am not.. Ready to be with someone.. Loving you takes all the space.. I am a beautiful mess.. Hard to handle.. Hard to be with.. Hard to grasp.. Hard to love.. I could never let go of you.. I can't.. Far from sight.. Close to the heart.. I don't know how to love like anyone else.. I love her too though.. She was not enough.. Nor was i enough.. This is me..
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Sofia Gomez
This is beautiful 🦋
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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