September 17, 2020
You don’t burn me like before, I don’t think of you anymore, From the night you walked out my front door, I burned in white flames until ashes were no more I could care less what you do or what you say And now before you, a stranger stands in her place Cursed, searching for what you once had, that pure soul love, you lost with the closing of the door Small smile upon my face |
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