You...
I don't know when I stopped but i did stopped.. Writing about you.. Writing to you.. Writing for you... You woke that part of me four years ago.. It never fell asleep ever since.. Nor have I.. What sort of creature are you.. You awoke the kid,the teen,the adult.. You awoke the broken,restless, terrified.. You awoke the childish,crazy,fun.. You awoke the driven,loyal,passionate.. So much were dormant until you came around.. I had a plan but you gave me purpose.. I waited those Thursdays like believers would wait for Sundays to attend church, Fridays to attend mosque.. Even today I'm still waiting.. For what exactly, I don't know.. To be worshiped is scary.. What if you err.. What if you have flaws.. What if I don't like the part I didn't get to know... But what if I love you even more.. Did blocking me really erased me.. Did ignoring me.. Did pretending not to see me.. Are you convinced you don't care about me.. I am not...
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JENOVA JACKSON CHASE
Good concept.
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