Whether they'll admit it or not. Everyone has something. The object you cling to when all is wrong. Something that makes you feel safe. That breaks loose your heart from the fears of the world. Helps you to remember life so long ago. On the outside nothing more than an object to most but to you a friend.
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Angel's Poems
ŞiirA collection of poems I have written some of which are in books of mine or posted individually for votes. Some of them are kinda cheesy or typical. I hope you like them. Also some of the poems were written specifically for the books that they are fr...
