I bet some of the most bone-deep stabs often come from the hand of someone you once picked up from the ground. It always leaves incurable breakage inside.
It always leaves you questioning your worth because sometimes, the worst insults come from those we silently yet fervently wish to share the success with.
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POETRY THAT STAYS
PoetryYou don't really love someone, not until they become the person behind of your poetries. When poetry speaks, it echoes through your soul, lingers in your heart, and dances in your dreams. And... it stays. I wrote poems enough for people to ask, "w...
