Images of you and me run through my mind at night. Provoking silent tears of could have beens. A love not strong enough to endure. A tradegy of a silent war, that we could not win. We became tired of fighting, and gave up. Loneliness is now my only love.
Good piece miss moxie very deepπ
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Good writing! I like your 50 words stories…
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Thank you!! π
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Nice π
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