⍣ ೋ˚❀°•༢ 𝓢omeone said that the past is the past, let it pass peacefully and beautifully. However, the reality is that passing through the past peacefully is not as easy as humans speak.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝓢mall particles fly around as time flows. Not with tears that keep pouring down through the red cheeks. Sweet memories made in the past, are no longer sweet. A day full of tears.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝓘sn't it beautiful? Seeing your man, or you can say half of your life holding hands with a woman, and that woman is not you. Now I'm shattered to pieces, live with a sense of hollow, full of emptiness. Isn't fate so cruel? Indeed, it was casually being cruel in the name of being honest.
⋆ฺ ｡* : ･
ㅤㅤㅤ° ｡. * . ･ ༉ ₊ ˚✧
ㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ𝓢mall particles fly around as time flows. Not with tears that keep pouring down through the red cheeks. Sweet memories made in the past, are no longer sweet. A day full of tears.
ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ 𝓘sn't it beautiful? Seeing your man, or you can say half of your life holding hands with a woman, and that woman is not you. Now I'm shattered to pieces, live with a sense of hollow, full of emptiness. Isn't fate so cruel? Indeed, it was casually being cruel in the name of being honest.
⋆ฺ ｡* : ･
ㅤㅤㅤ° ｡. * . ･ ༉ ₊ ˚✧
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