Do you remember the day we met, the day we actually met? The day I felt something— a bell in my chest ring all throughout my body— yelling at me: this is it.
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Gentle Readiness // Original Poetry by fmlency
PoesíaThe human soul is fragile. Although, being fragile is what makes us human. These are thoughts. Some are poems. Some are personal, some are random- Just enjoy.
Remember
Do you remember the day we met, the day we actually met? The day I felt something— a bell in my chest ring all throughout my body— yelling at me: this is it.
