confessions
Give me the quiet.
Give me the loneliness.
Gieve me the regret.
Give me the change.
Give me the hurt.
Give me the pain.
Give them all to me.
“this is my confession to
the crimes of wanting you badly”
Give me the quiet.
Give me the loneliness.
Gieve me the regret.
Give me the change.
Give me the hurt.
Give me the pain.
Give them all to me.
“this is my confession to
the crimes of wanting you badly”
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The words dripped on my consciousness,
sank into my being, and carried me away,
to the magic long ago of once upon a time.