I'd like to thank the universe for hurting me so bad last time.
I thought it was too much I can't find my way out. My scar that was once a cut that was as deep as ocean has taught me how possible survival could be.
I survived my worst storms, tell that to my rains."
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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...
