every song I hear, I think of him,
all of the 38 songs of my playlist remind me of him,
I don't know why.
his heart belongs to someone else,
it's fine his heart belongs to someone else,
it's life, I repeat to myself,
and I try and skip those songs that hit me with the intense thoughts of him,
then go on my day.
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Book of Poems
Poetryhey everyone it's your favorite emo here with her poems she tries to write late at night when she can't sleep, super depressed, or whatever. ****TRIGGER WARNING; BLOOD, SELF-HARM, SUICIDE.****
