Broken Promises

Writing is not what I do, it's who I am. I write because these words, they prove that I exist, that I'm alive. That I'm real. Without words, I am nothing more than so many wasted moments and lost breaths and broken promises, so many forgotten dreams and lonely nights and empty, empty hands. My words, they are all I have, my only companions in the dark corners of my mind.

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