You use me as a tissue...
Fine
I'll throw you in the dust bin....
You break me once..
Second time
I'll chop, grind and grill you
YOU ARE READING
Dim Lights Under The Covers
PoesíaFor Him When you can only express your feelings through texts.... Me and my mind.... A rollercoaster ride.... Tell me if you survived after completing this book.... "These r some of my old writings..😅which i wrote 4 to 5 years ago..." "And some are...
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You use me as a tissue...
Fine
I'll throw you in the dust bin....
You break me once..
Second time
I'll chop, grind and grill you
