Thinking about you is like being on top of the highest building in the world.
My breath catches, my palms are sweating, the tears in my eyes are forming, and I don't know my way out safely.
The memories of everything flood in and I am stuck between wanting to run away and hide or punching you in the face for the crimes you committed against me,
but I just walked right by you like everything never existed.
The chapter you entered is the same one you exited.
Now, I pick up the broken pieces you left behind and hope to put myself back together.
About the Creator
Angel Adagio
Thank you for taking the time to read some of my work. It may not be perfect, but it's real. I hope you'll stay a while.
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