i wanted to fall off a bridge,
not fall in love
but then i met somebody
who made me
forget the difference
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
k.p.k
i wanted to fall off a bridge,
not fall in love
but then i met somebody
who made me
forget the difference
