Haven't you?
Haven't you noticed the word fragile on me before buying me?
before you ripped my heart apart,couldn't you hear it beating for you?
then,why did you left me in a such catastrophic state?
who's going to compensate?
-m.g
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The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
