I've always thought we were so different.
You couldn't love, whilst I could.
You couldn't be honest, whilst I could.
You couldn't stop hurting me but
I couldn't stop hurting myself either,
I guess there was something we had in common.
- someone
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I wish that I didn't write these poems.
PoetryVarious collective of unwanted poems I have written; for people who are fond of the subjects of heartache and who are disorientated through the navigation of this world. Let me share this with you. My emotions are inconsistent and messy, please in...
