Sometimes I think of what life could be like if I wasn't so afraid.
But the horrors found their way into my heart,
And a home they decided to make.
They rip my innocence apart.
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
PuisiJust a place for me to share the poems I write inside of my leather journals. Let's read together... If you want to share any experience you have dealt with that made you feel less than who you are please message me. You should never have to deal w...
