One day,
this unrequited love will kill me,
whether it is the gain of unintentional sadness,
or the inhuman version of myself with the unspeakable thoughts after my breaking point.
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Poetry"I know that sometimes for people, I feel like too much; But let me kiss away the phantom pain that the scars remind you of, Let me kiss the burns on your hands, From when you touched the burning fire within my soul. Let me show you that yes, I am...
