"everything is going so well. so you poke at your old wounds to feel something familiar. why do you like to torture me so much?! ", my heart asked. curious. frustrated.
"bcs i thought i was okay.", answered my mind, almost blatantly.
then, deafening silence took over.
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Words Per Feelings
Poesíaa poetry - of life, of love, of all the things that could hurt- and heal.
