Sacrifices made against my better judgment yet, with a light heart I go willingly
Autumns of regret run the time still I never learn and keep giving myself up to the ones asking
The darkness of my room meets my heart but I let myself feel numb when I know the heart shifts between hate and love so frequently
I dip into the cold water of realization that yet again I lost one more chance to save myself from the shackles of other's needs.
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoetryA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers
