Do not taunt me.
Do not flaunt me.
Do not want me.
Do you kill me?
Do you fill me?
Do you thrill me?
I feel it spreading.
The sickness is mending
and tending.
I feel my heart pound
as it makes a sound
as if it wants to be found.
The nature seems hereditary
as my mother looks at my father
with the same features as I
as if it were something ordinary
It seems like I am—.
No,
don't say it.
No,
say it.
I am in love.
-YET-
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Legacy
Ficção AdolescenteIn the darkness, in the light, who will fight to win the night? -YET- Everyone has a story. They have a certain purpose towards their life and have goals complimenting their chosen paths. Such paths may be overwhelming as well as emotionally induc...
