They treat you like an option because you let them.
You allowed them to wipe their hands clean on you, thinking of you only in moments of need or lust and now you question why your vase is empty and your heart aches.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PuisiPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
