Our broken memories,
Are a burden, are a curse.
They break us, shatter us,
We scream out in pain.
But when we're broken,
Eventually we're fixed.
We're shaped, mended.
Our broken memories,
Make us who we are.
So maybe they're a blessing,
Wrapped within a rose.
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Just Poems
AcakJust a bunch of random poems/songs I've written. Some are based on Hetalia, which belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. I know, there's waaaaaay too much Hetaoni.
