You are more than just a memory.
You are the ink to my blank words.
You seem to forget that you are not in my chapters but you are in every single word.
Your blood runs deep into my soul and mind.
You are the only one who can quench my dehydrated soul from its thirst just from looking into your eyes.
You are not something i can remove from myself or brush off.
You are linked to every emotion that i seem to convey in ways that i cannot explain.
You have become you're own emotion, you're own words, you're own life, inside of me.
You are the ink to my blank words.
You seem to forget that you are not in my chapters but you are in every single word.
Your blood runs deep into my soul and mind.
You are the only one who can quench my dehydrated soul from its thirst just from looking into your eyes.
You are not something i can remove from myself or brush off.
You are linked to every emotion that i seem to convey in ways that i cannot explain.
You have become you're own emotion, you're own words, you're own life, inside of me.
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