Mum told me never to break a heart, cause it's precious and it's is worth beyond any numbers or measures, until finding out that it is traded with treachery, betrayal, hoax and atrocities contradicted my thoughts, whatever she said was a lie.
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Short Poems
PoetryIt's all composed of my tears, smiles, fears, my dark days, my happy days and the days, and these poems are all that kept me together. Dedicated to those who left, and even those who stayed through out.
