my little heart reminds me of bubblegum.
you chew on it,
spit on it,
and when you're tired of it,
you spit it out,
and then throw it away.
you're unfair.
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Sad Words Written Out of Context
Poetrysmall sad words and maybe sometimes some happiness and hope. this won't end until i have learnt how to love myself. then a new era will start. - hope y'all readers are okay if you need advice look at the last chapter.
