A broken mirror
A bleeding fist
A silver blade against a wrist
Tears falling down to lips unkissed
She's not the kind you come to miss
YOU ARE READING
My Unsaid Words For Years
PuisiLife is full of misery loneliness and suffering .And it's all over much too soon.
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A broken mirror
A bleeding fist
A silver blade against a wrist
Tears falling down to lips unkissed
She's not the kind you come to miss
