She has my past.
But she doesn't have me.
She broke me.
But I fixed me.
She tried to kill me.
But I saved me.
She has my past.
But I have me.
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February Ashes
Poezie❝From an everlasting flame, to a pile of ashes in the forest❞ A bunch of poems about how he met, fell in love with, desired, missed, broke, was broken by, hated, lost and got over the deepest love he ever felt. most impressive rank: #1 in poems.
