i've become a master
at breaking my own
heart
with simple thoughts,
dreams, and hopes
that are impossible to
achieve
things i will never
accomplish, places
i will never go, and
people i will never be
able to love
because my mind holds
me back so very much
it makes me sad,
and frustrated
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deadroses || poetry
Poesía"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
