We go days and hours without a text or snap then you ask for nudes my friends told me I shouldn't give you a chance I was feigning for you're words like an addict and the sins we committee look how's the clown playing the fools game
Leann-2025
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Every rose 🌹 grows differently
Poesíaheartbroken 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
