It's not that I let you come back,
but more so like you're stuck to me,
unable to tear yourself away,
intoxicated with the image of me.
belle
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The Poems I Wrote In My Leather Journal
PoesíaJust 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...
