finding herself
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he was so bright
God, he was bright
he made my skin burn when he touched it
he made my heart race,
air so thick I couldn't get a breath
like the hottest day of mid-July.
yes, he was bright
I am ready to move on
I am ready to let go
I am done tormenting myself with what could’ve or should’ve been.
It’s time to let the past be what it is.
right now she lost control of herself
recent events that mounted up to indifference
where hatred is piercing her warm heart
and transforming to cold as ice
i know this isn't her at all (not at all)
