I hate the thought of running into this man, I hate how he peeks into my mind once in a blue moon. I hate how I can't stand the thought of him.
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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...
Peek o boo
I hate the thought of running into this man, I hate how he peeks into my mind once in a blue moon. I hate how I can't stand the thought of him.