I was lost
Clueless of the thing they called love
I thought my faith was already decided
I wanted to spend forever with you
Then reality hit me,and took away all my dreams
Leaving me drowing in the puddle of my own tears,hopeless.
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The Red Book
AléatoireWhat is writing? we write stories,novels,confessions,poems and sometimes thoughts that has been haunting us. this book is just something where an aspiring writer writes down all the things that has been going on in that muddled head of hers. Do Like...
