If setting you free makes you happy
And setting you free means hurting me,
I rather let you be happy
Than suffer like me.
I won't push my self to you
Because your love won't be true
Unlike mine it's pure like crystal
Breaking it can be fatal.
- Anna Lee
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Melancholia
PoetryA set of written poems coated with bittersweet words, feelings, love and opinion.
