Darling, I can't feel
But you don't know any better.
The days grow older,
My heart grows colder.
Darker, deeper,
Endless,
Steeper.
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(I've got a jet black heart, and there's a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us apart.)
— E.D ; jetblackheart
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
ПоэзияThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
