every day
i let you crumble me
until i was nothingand every time
i put the pieces
back in your hands.- fo fella awella
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For All the Hopeless Romantics
ŞiirFor all the girls who never got enough from the world so they looked in boys and in books until they realized words on paper were far more impressionistic than a boy could ever be.
Part 60
every day
i let you crumble me
until i was nothingand every time
i put the pieces
back in your hands.- fo fella awella