"I'm scared to be honest with you," I said looking down at my twiddling thumbs.
"No you're scared of being honest with yourself."
"That to."
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My bleeding heart
ПоэзияI have written a lot of poetry and thought it would be nice to post on here. Every poem that is posted is by me from my brain. please do not steel but you may share. thank you , hope you enjoy!
