After he left me, I began writing about him. I wrote and I wrote. I wrote about him and described him being my hurricane, my drugs and my universe. Now that I've moved on, I don't see him in that way anymore. He wasn't anything above the ordinary. He was just a boy. A boy who didn't what to be with me and that's that.
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Unsaid Feelings
Poetry« collection of my feelings » You are still my favourite yet most painful story to tell
