"I wish you could see how nuch I love you. How much I worry about you and how much I long for you.
I wish I could forget that loving you was my mistake. Worrying about you was my sickness and longing for you was my addiction."
A.S
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Creation of Rainbows (A book of Poetry)
Poesía"The rain fell hard on the broken ground, it never stopped it's loud and painful sound. The world crumpled into darkness, the one crying for years was a total mess. He was just waiting for a single glow, but the time he was living in was going slow...
