People only know how to judge.
Even though judgment is not in their hands.
They hate.
Even though hatred is not how they understand.
They play with our hearts even though they know it'll shatter when they tell us it was all just a sham.
A/N: You can't judge the live you haven't lived.
You just can't.
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The Ink Of Hearts.
PoésieA 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...
