A Compilation of Short stories, Poems, and other thoughts that come from my mind.
"I was no Oasis, But surely I was a mirage. I was never here in the first place"
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Mute.
Each day that passes by, My voice fades away. I'm scared that one day I wont be able to scream your name. Would you remember me? Or would I fade away like ashes of a cigarette, throwing me unto the ground and walking away like nothing happened.
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