I strive to be the kind of beautiful that lies buried in the snow
Like flowers on the grave of a sweetheart before the magic withered and cinders were all she knew.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
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I strive to be the kind of beautiful that lies buried in the snow
Like flowers on the grave of a sweetheart before the magic withered and cinders were all she knew.
