you were my first love
cut short
young love that never bloomed
and withered away
but that doesn't mean I didn't love you
because I've held on for so long
to a something that we've grown past
we were never meant to last
something so sad
it's time to let go
thank you for a love
that we didn't get have
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The Lies We Tell Ourselves
PoetryI'm learning to cope and so are others in their own struggles, so why not learn to cope together :)? a collection of all sorts of poetry and prose stemming from my own experiences.
