Every time she broke my heart, I would just hand her the shattered pieces
Maybe that's why she left
Because I cut her
delicate
hands
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PoetryA book of poetry by an amateur who is trying to get back into writing novels like I used to. This story will never be completed because this holds the words I needed to get out and will always be my poetic diary. Ignore my annotations, I want this t...
