In my misery, I found myself.
By leaving me, you lost yourself.
Tell me, was it worth it?
Because for me, it is.
W. 12102019.
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ŞiirFor the love of poems, proses, words, and stuffs. Just a girl who wished to conquer the heights with love but less of your prejudice. I write rhymes so you can hear my heart. I write them as the whirling thoughts escaping my mind. So if you happ...
#35: Worth
In my misery, I found myself.
By leaving me, you lost yourself.
Tell me, was it worth it?
Because for me, it is.
W. 12102019.
