What is Déjà Vu for you?
For me,
It is the countless times I caress my wounds.
For me,
It is the soundless times I cry when the darkness looms.
For me,
It is the endless times I break the mirrors in the hotel rooms.
A/N: Life is a bitch. Learn to tame it.
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoetryA book composed of poetry, emotions, broken hearts and hope. "My heart drips ink on my carving stones." •°•°•°•Highest ranking uptill now: #11 in poem•°•°•°• This book is copyrighted under wattpad and no copying is allowed without the consent of the...
