This is the story
where love never lasts,
where hearts shatter like
glass.
This is the story where wounds
never heal,
This is the story of forgetting
how to feel
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Naive
PuisiWORDS WERE THE LIFEBLOOD OF POETRY, AND I REMAINED SILENT. A collection of poetry. For the people who don't feel at home in their own skin, for the poets, for the people who are depressed, for the people who aren't depressed, for the people with wo...
