Our love is like a tragic love movie
But one of its kind
Plot twists vary in type
The happy ones
And the tragic ones
We never end up the same
The same two lovers
One of us has to die a bit
One of us has to change a bit
One of us has to go though hell
And unfortunately I was that one.
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A MESS.
Poésiea book of scattered thoughts, words and actions. forever under construction so don't expect anything really. I'm not the best, but I love what I do & I do what I love.
