Everyone has a chapter they don't read out and -she's there. Trapped in those torn pages and owned a pad of poems about life, shits and, dark shaded tales.
Photos that being used in this work were not mine. A hundred fold of gratitudes and credits t...
When we fell I still remember the promises, Promises that I hold as you broke me into pieces, I still remember the hugs I still remember the kisses, The plans and everything
that kills me in silence.
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