And it's my fault again.
For trusting you.
Your words.
Your smile.
Now I have to choose if I shut up and take it like I always do or let go of you.
Can I let go of my favourite heart ache.
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Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoesíaPink 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...
47 - lesson number 1 again
And it's my fault again.
For trusting you.
Your words.
Your smile.
Now I have to choose if I shut up and take it like I always do or let go of you.
Can I let go of my favourite heart ache.
