Drawn in my pillow
Scared of the thoughts of broken promises
The feeling of hopelessness after being played again
I can't help but roll over and over
Consumed by the anger of being the witness
The displeasure of the solid evidence
Their darkest secret , a display right infront of me ...
Nope... i retreat !
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pieces of her
PoetryThe work is created , written and published by myself ,,the feelings are real and experienced.
