You are a treasure to me, my dear friend. I'll go to the ends of the sea with you. If we go down, then we're going down together. You're my rock, as I am your foundation. We go together like hidden treasure
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poetryheartbroken depression grief love anxiety. I started writing poetry in 2020 after a rough patch in life so I've decided to share some old and new ones some from my diary I hope you enjoy and feel less alone
