Frida Marie Wallberg

You've disappeared. Like everything else. Now who else can I talk to? I'm lost. When you left, you took everything with you. But the absence of you is everywhere I look. It's like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. But In a way, I'm glad. The pain is the only reminder that you were real.

(My version)

Nu ska jag kolla på new moon. Feeling emo and shit :) Bye