Suddenly this summer is clear.
No feuds.
No drama.
No tension.
It took two years.
But we're good now.
We talked shit with our friends.
But it's been enough.
We're better now.
Our story can finally be closed.
And rest in
Peace
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February Ashes
Poetry❝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.
