It's imprinted in my heart that late july I met her, not the her they told me but the her she showed me.
Dragged me from the place where I was retained to the place now, which I treasure a lot.
Asking God, do you love me a lot?
Cause this creation of his never leaves me alone.
I tried a lot, I tried hard, and looked thoroughly to find something odd. In the end, though, I realized I'm just blessed a lot.
Like an electric pulse that cuts through my grey, I can't imagine without you my days.
Concled all my crackes, which were open to be filled with what say said.
I never show, but i love you with all i have.
After all, who needs to get my jokes when you're laughing anyway, I am now assured.
"Friends, until the end, there is no going back even if it's death"
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Pieces of my soul
PoetrySoothe the demons in my head, hold me till my death. (I'll hate you and report you if you steal the poems I wrote with my fried brain) Highest-ranking #1 in self-absorbed #1 in unsaidfeelings #1 in poem collection #2 in poem collection #4 in late...
