I sat ashore of the the beach,
Not so sure what I deserve after that bitch.
You came along and turned to her to. My heart is broken and I don't know what to say to you. I love you still. So I say my words with silence right after the gunpowder released the bullet.
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PoetryBe what you expect, not what others expect. Be who you want to be and what you dream, not what others want you to be and not what others dream you are. If they won't see you for who you are then they are the ones who have to change themselves and th...
