Standing here feels like a sin
Cause I still imagine you as him
Your talks nothing like his
Id like to try and change thisA broken heart and glass of wine
Hoping my sorows would drown with time
Coming with you was mistake
Dear life can we have a retake?I was the devil
And he was an angel
I was the toxin
And he was my detox.~Coral Sinclair
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Society, Stigma And More
PoetryA collection of short poems about societal standards, love and more.