it ate away at her stomach all night, making it swirl in pain. it most likely showed on her pure face. and her heart, oh the poor thing, well, it just thumped a sad broken heartbeat.
it stopped her from being okay.
// m.m.
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PoetryPoetic Rant Book Series - #2 A collection of poetic like sentences and/or small poems. Plus, a few poetically put rants. (lower case intended)
