
I love you. i do, im locked up in a cage with regrets and agony, yet every time i think about you, I have a feeling of discretion i do.
Why can't this world be as better as angels in heaven, peace and loved,
Why does I always have to be an option?
Keeping isn't as difficult as we do, yet honesty shatters us for giving the hardest choices a person couldn't ever choose.
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𝓝𝓸 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓛𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼
PoetryWhat runs through your mind every 10 a.m.? all the what ifs? why? how? all those hurtful moments where we want to scream and tell the world. WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? and you woke up with tears rolling down your eyes. BROKEN.
