You mean nothing to me.
Is what I want to believe.
Because I want to love you and you know I do.
But what happens when I can't even love myself?
What happens when I give you my heart and then I disappear with it?
You'll hate me for taking a life that wasn't even yours.
And that's a bigger pain than loving you.
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Aesthetic Poems ( I guess)?
PoetryThey are all mine. Freestyle is my thing. PROCEED WITH CAUTION Aesthetic stuff , just poetry , some Spanish
