Sometimes I ask myself if you would still be here, if I would have known about your struggles.
If you would still be here, if I gave you an uplifting smile and told you:
"Everything is going to be alright."
Sometimes I ask myself, if you would still be here, if I would have been there for you, when you needed me.
Would you still be here, if more people showed you that they cared? That they love you?
That they need you?
But you were already broken.
People broke you.
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Poetry, Thoughts And Shortstories
PoetryHi guys! I'm going to write down my thoughts in form of shortstories or poems into this "book". If someone is reading this and knows the text is about them just tell me if i should delete it if you don't want it to be online. Some of the poems or sh...
