Love is love
So why can't I love who I loveBe yourself
So why can't I be myselfYou say I can love whoever I want
But then you turn on me and become bitterYou say I can be myself around you
But then you turn around and disown me

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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poetry❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))