her type of depression was like a bow.
no, not the type that girls put in their hair,
but,
in fact,
it was the type that you shoot,
but it came back and shot her,
she didn't expect it,
nobody did.
-a.f.
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
