Love .
the one thing I never see in people anymore.
There are the occasional rare sightings that fuel my dying flame.
But then I looked around.
How can people love one another when they can't even love themselves anymore?
Why am I dwindling on the hopes of finding the things that don't even exist.
But then again, is that even really asking for a lot?
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Some Shit She Said .
PoésieThis is my outlet. A collection of tangible voices and thoughts. My dirty little secret. #SomeShitSheSaid
