"Why do you love me?" I asked,
silence-
I was getting scared of what I might hear.
" you didn't give up on me." he said. slow.
"but why do you keep giving up on me?" my heart had enough.
" because, I know you wont"
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Words Per Feelings
Puisia poetry - of life, of love, of all the things that could hurt- and heal.
