She

She was the swan
She was the swallow
She was the night
She was the day
She was the warmth
She was the cold
She was the song
She was the silence
She was the summer
She was the winter
She was the love
She was the hate
She was open
She was hiding
She stole my outside
She shattered my inside
She lived inside me
She died inside me
I thought I died with her
But I started living again
Inside myself
~2nDhOrSeLaDy / Ingvild Gregersen


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