Bait
Like a worm, ready to get eaten
By the fishes that has a number of ten
It’s sad how you fooled me
I thought you’ll make happy
Instead, you’ve caused my misery
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Roses Into Words
PoésieYou will only stop finding love from other people once you have learned to love yourself. A self-love poetry book. Started writing : February 13, 2021 Finished writing : February 13, 2021
