we've burnt our bridges,
and our communication is dead.
but honey you're still trying to extinguish the flames,
and I'm still fanning them.
can't you just let them burn?
can't you just let me be?
I'm sorry I burnt you as well,
but if that's what it takes to distance you,
then I'd burn everything.
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Diary of a Dead Girl
PoetryAs of January 15th, this poetry collection is complete! I hope you enjoyed it, and if you didn't please don't come for me. The diary and inner thoughts of a (pretty much) dead girl, except in the form of sonnets and poetry! How fun is that! It's fun...
