As I watched my mother leave another man for the week, I swore that love was nothing more than a fairytale; and from the webs of lies she had spun; there's no room for hope — Love is the outcome Hope wished it had, but Fate knocked on our doors first.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poezie"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...
