Your mind is lost.
I hope that my love aids you.
Your eyes fill with fear.
You know that you are lost, but you can't feel who you used to be.
So, I try so hard to help you find,
but I know in time the you I know will be gone.
I hope so hard, but you wilt and wilt and wilt.
My love can not lead you back to me.
Your mind is soon a void.
That is when I know my mind must be full for the both of us.
I cry, "I love you."
You say, "Who are you?"
I know I must love for the both of us.
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Nastassia
From 5th grade essays to beaten up composition books under my mattress to doubting my abilities to now. I am fully embracing the ebb and flow of being a passionate writer.
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