I don't want you
It just hurts that you don't want me.
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The World XXI
PoesíaThis collection is born from the quiet hours, where silence weighs heavy, and the shadows cast by memory grow long. Each poem is a fragment of grief, a reflection of loss, and an echo of the fragile beauty that often accompanies sadness. In these wo...
Hypocrite
I don't want you
It just hurts that you don't want me.
