If you ever did love me, why do you hate me now? Is that how love works? Can it be temporary? Or did you love me to begin with? I said once that I'd rather die than be apart from you. So, dear, of you ever did love me, please kill me.
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All My Poetic Tendencies.
PoesíaSmall snippets of thoughts in my head. Sometimes sad. Other times inspiring.
