Loving me would be
hugging a stem of thorns.Loving me would be
walking through fire.Loving me means
receiving of bullets or
stabbing of knives.Loving me
would be a burst
of rivers of cries and pain.Loving a disaster
is a total chaos.Would you still love me?
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My Daily Pill
PoetryA compilation of thoughts from Day 1 to present. (Finished) Other works: Overdosed Misplaced