out of touch
He holds me when I'm alone and soothes me to sleep when I've cried.
He wipes my tears for me,
but what he doesn't know is that loving him is death to me.
Far worse, loving him isn't real.
© mogsart
He wipes my tears for me,
but what he doesn't know is that loving him is death to me.
Far worse, loving him isn't real.
© mogsart
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