People change, they leave you staring at their backs,
You muster up the courage to look away, and focus on yourself.
You take your time to heal and be okay again.
You surround yourself with other, maybe better people.
And then sometime later, it's the same situation, with another person.
You spiral down into the place you've been before, but never expected to visit again
That, my dear reader, is not called ✨healing✨
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~Ellie.
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Withered flowers and broken promises
Fantasy"Promises are meant to be broken." has broken so many hearts. . . . This book is a collection of poems with ranging topics and lengths. Immerse yourself into the world of poetry and let the words do their magic✨
