I cried, a lot
holidays are never the best for me
But you were there
To make sure I was okay
To tell me I was loved
And it cured my heart
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FOG
Poetry"this won't hurt one bit" they said to me as they ripped my heart out. My mind holds a lot of secrets that not a soul knows. These are my secrets.
holiday
I cried, a lot
holidays are never the best for me
But you were there
To make sure I was okay
To tell me I was loved
And it cured my heart
