No one can save you
Only you can
People can help you along your journey
But they can not make you cross the finish line
You have to find the strength
To do it yourself
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YOU ARE READING
Perfect Kind of Hell
Poetry'The torture of loving you was addicting You were like a drug that was forever in my veins Your harsh words did nothing but make me crave you more And your cruel hands did nothing but make me want to please you Everyone told me you were hell, an...
