"I don't think I love you."
A small thought.
An inaudible whisper to myself in the darkness.
"I don't love you."
A clear statement.
Words practiced aloud in my bedroom.
"I do not love you"
The sentence I cannot say
~S~
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PuisiA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
