Sitting here, having the ocean scream from my blinded eyes. Thought you knew, but you never knew at all. Thinking you loved me was a mistake and meeting you became my nightmare.
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Inbetween
PoetryHello, I don't write to inform you or to show you my life story. I write to show that you can move on from the past and let go. The only way you can move on it is to forgive yourself and the people who have hurt your soul. I write for the damaged, t...
Sitting here
Sitting here, having the ocean scream from my blinded eyes. Thought you knew, but you never knew at all. Thinking you loved me was a mistake and meeting you became my nightmare.
