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Poetry

A look inside the journey of two years. 2015- hell 2016- happiness All works in this book have been written by and are owned by me.

071315 - wardrobe

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by victoriapaz03

by victoriapaz03

I was foolish, once, when I pinned my heart to the collar of your shit.
And I was blind when I slipped my trust into your back pocket thinking,

"This couldn't hurt."

I was desperate then and now I don't know which is worse;
Your ignoring me, or having your kisses haunt like a curse?