Yaw Agyapong's woe.

"After she broke the news to me, There were days the salt tasted like sugar. And other times when my soup tasted like water; Not because my tongue had been cut off nor because my sense of taste was far from reach, but because I had grown numb realizing that she couldn't be mine.

For me, I was already hers. She had bought my entire being at no cost. I cannot exactly tell why I had given my mind, heart and body to her for free, even though she had made it clear that she wasn't even ready to spare me her nail.

😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

So how do I unnumb my mind and heart?

Most importantly, how do I live without her?"

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