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Days have passed by and I haven’t heard from you.

Days have passed by and I haven’t heard from you. This brain with a motherly instinct, oozes out bundles of worry and wanders into a maze of tormenting thoughts. Hormonal anxiety gushes in and commands me to visit your page.A page filled with empathy, love,romance and fear. I call it ‘my home’ where I feel and ‘live in you.’My home is now haunted by silence, with only the sound of creaks that are heard ,as your breath sounds peek in to feel in a residing soul. These walls yearn to be painted with words old and new, with stories of sorrow, and poems of love.They are dazed and shattered with erased memories, urging you to start anew. (Continued in caption ..) Days have passed by and I haven’t heard from you. This brain with a motherly instinct, oozes out bundles of worry and wanders into a maze of tormenting thoughts. Hormonal anxiety gushes in and commands me to visit your page.A page filled with empathy, love,romance and fear. I call it ‘my home’ where I feel and ‘live in you.’My home is now haunted by silence, with only the sound of creaks that are heard ,as your breath sounds peek in to feel in a residing soul. These walls yearn to be painted wit
Days have passed by and I haven’t heard from you. This brain with a motherly instinct, oozes out bundles of worry and wanders into a maze of tormenting thoughts. Hormonal anxiety gushes in and commands me to visit your page.A page filled with empathy, love,romance and fear. I call it ‘my home’ where I feel and ‘live in you.’My home is now haunted by silence, with only the sound of creaks that are heard ,as your breath sounds peek in to feel in a residing soul. These walls yearn to be painted with words old and new, with stories of sorrow, and poems of love.They are dazed and shattered with erased memories, urging you to start anew. (Continued in caption ..) Days have passed by and I haven’t heard from you. This brain with a motherly instinct, oozes out bundles of worry and wanders into a maze of tormenting thoughts. Hormonal anxiety gushes in and commands me to visit your page.A page filled with empathy, love,romance and fear. I call it ‘my home’ where I feel and ‘live in you.’My home is now haunted by silence, with only the sound of creaks that are heard ,as your breath sounds peek in to feel in a residing soul. These walls yearn to be painted wit
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