I still feel anger pinching my heart whenever I see you.
It's because I can tell that you're now living a happy life
after making mine miserable.
How do you make it seem so easy?
As if it's just another hobby you discovered for yourself.
You knowingly led me to a quicksand,
and I willingly stepped in,
trusting you'd come with me
no matter what happens.
Heck, you didn't.
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Hey You, Stranger!
PoesíaSometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't seek help with picking the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. I want for us to cease believing that we are just inconvenience for others. I wrote this book as raw a...
