no longer friends
not quite enemies
just two strangers
with a bunch of shitty memories
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flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
friends?
no longer friends
not quite enemies
just two strangers
with a bunch of shitty memories
