There's a short time between August and December
I know the start of this seems cryptic, that's because it is, i've come to the time of the night where my mind has decided to reflect on every single choice i've ever made, good and bad, mostly bad, my past resurfaces but don't worry, it's only in my own head, on further diving into the past i discover these two dates, August 2020, December 2020, 2 different people, i was 2 different people on those two dates, different locations, yet still making the same mistakes.
August 2020 - i hurt him, i love him, im sorry
December 2020 - i hurt him, i love him, im sorry
2 very different hims, 2 very different kinds of love, 2 very different people, still making the same mistakes.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
