Friday, July 29, 2016 @ 2:05 AM
Perhaps I expected too much.
Perhaps I should had speak up more.
Perhaps I could told her about what I did.
But it's all too late now.
Fade away.
As I could see our future no more.
Shattered pieces of hope, still trying to pull itself together. And then, it crumbles into dusts, leaving trails of what I remember as past, writing part of my story known as "Once my loved".
Yours Truly; Lorenzo
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