We're two stupid mortals trapped in this curse called 'love'. Where I've got to love her and she have got to love someone else.
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Stitches and Wounds
PoetryI want you to hear my silent sobs whenever you are with him. I want you to feel my suppressed pain every wretched nights. I want you to know much I drowned in pain with the thought of you loving him. I want you to know how many stitched that knitted...
Are We?
We're two stupid mortals trapped in this curse called 'love'. Where I've got to love her and she have got to love someone else.
