The Story Of DesireeDay,

I have Atelophobia, it's the fear of being imperfect. I cry, because i'm not a robot, my head and heart is full of deep thoughts most of which nobody will know.

I feel a loss

to something I knew to well,

I felt pain to start to rip from your grasp,

I felt love when I heisted to let you go.

I felt a part of me die, when you died to me