Love is love
So why can't I love who I love
Be yourself
So why can't I be myself
You say I can love whoever I want
But then you turn on me and become bitter
You say I can be myself around you
But then you turn around and disown me
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❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Şiir❝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))
