I read
Your diary
That
Spoke of you
Through words
Filled with glee
Filled with pain
And then
There were these pages
Blank pages
That troubled me the most
To those of you who are asking where am I. I've left the world which meant everything to me, I'll pen something here only when I return to fulfill the promise for which I left everything. Who you thought I was, is the person I'm trying to be...
Its painful. 'Indifference' from a person we care, love is similar to those blank pages.
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