Every scribble, every stroke of my pen signifies my endurance to pain. Tonight, I can write, I will write, the saddest line. It is saying I love you with me knowing you won't reciprocate it back.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
