That october afternoon
Everything changed
You turned me into something
I swore I would never become
- I hope someday I can forgive myself
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Oblivion
PoetrySome people are like black holes - loving them is oblivion Isn't it scary how much damage one person can do? This is for the one who broke me. This is me trying to put the pieces back together. Healing through poetry. #tsc22 . . A collection of my p...
