I can't help but miss
the days we spent before
we both fell apart, before
we ever stopped caring,
throwing daggers through our hearts
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Poetic Thoughts
ŞiirA collection of memories, thoughts, and feelings from past and previous experiences. All poems are original.
No Love
I can't help but miss
the days we spent before
we both fell apart, before
we ever stopped caring,
throwing daggers through our hearts
