i don't seem to understand
how the best people
are hurt the worst.
the genuine, caring souls
who would drop everything
and run for you
are the ones
who have their hearts
shattered into a million pieces,
each so small
that it is impossible
to put back together.
#69// valentina accardo
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a palette of poems
Poesíawriting is art and this is my palette of poems. [this is a collection of unfinished thoughts, poems, and whatever else comes to my head. some pieces may not make any sense because it's all a jumbled mess in my mind that I attempt to put into words...
