Heart shaped agony, my mind is swiped away as if my thoughts are nothing. My brain knows what my heart refuses to know. In and out of one's thoughts, I dreamt of us. Knowing I would only end breaking my own soul over the first man to shatter my heart. Endless crying and endless thoughts of he's moved on. He's the one my heart cries for as my head tells me never again.
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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...
