There was a girl who loved no more.
No more love for anymore.
Every thought was hidden behind doors.
Why,
Is her fate in a pit of sore.
Why does she love no more.
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
