Sunday, 4 December 2016

Unfinished

What could've been is what haunts her, when she's looking at your daughter. All of what's unknown and unsaid, a million words left unwrapped and trapped inside her head. She said that she never thought it would be like this, that loneliness and misery is an uncelebrated bliss. That the whole world is just one giant terrarium of piss. That half of her life would be spent thinking about an unfinished kiss.

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