Perhaps, I loved you too fast and you missed my calls. Perhaps, I loved you too much and you've forgotten what it was like to fall. Perhaps, I loved you too harsh and in my name, you burned the doll.
Perhaps, I loved you and you didn't at all.
(d.r.)
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Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
