Longing

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when I let go of my soul I leave my body full of wounds even though you never understand meaning of holiness from a frozen heart

I myself
with eternal suffering
because you no longer
here in

I am still alone
try to dry the wound
which is getting wider
full of pus
named love

love……
I always dream
peace with you
When
my last

Longing | Ecency