We go days and hours without a text or snap. My friends told me I shouldn't give you a chance. I was feigning for your words like an addict, and look at the sins we committed. Look how the clown is playing the fool's game. -
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
