Even on the days you treat me like shit,
I still love you.
Even in the dark nights
When I sit on my bed,
crying with the blade
between my fingers
and watching the red blood
running down my thigh,
I still love you.
Even though I am the one
who always messes things up,
I still love you.
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My mini sagas
Poetry[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
