Dear Diary,
What do you want
Because its not me
It's not my compassion
Or my nurturing
And certainly not my love
You lied
You promised me the world
The stars, the sky, and everything in between
But maybe I'm the fool
I should've known it was too good to be true
Because all I ever wanted was to be truly loved by you.
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
