He became his own addiction
His pain became his love
Love
He never really never knew
The meaning of it
Pain is love
Love of hurt
Hurt of his heart
From the words
That became the glass pieces
That was used to cut his soul
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ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱᵐ| 𝗢𝗡 𝗚𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚
PoetryHe stared at the sky Looking at the birds chirping and flying with there love ones He stared at them He smiled and looked down As tears of pain Suddenly slipped from his eyes (A POEM AND QOUTE BOOK FOR A IMAGINARY CHARACTER(S) "HIM")
