My stomach still drops at the sight of you or at the sound of your name but I'll always convince myself this is how it's supposed to be
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Drops of Pain
PoezieYou never know what you have until it's gone. This is poetry about love, pain, and everything in between.
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My stomach still drops at the sight of you or at the sound of your name but I'll always convince myself this is how it's supposed to be
