Who would have thought that the person who makes me smile is the one who makes me bleed?
Who would have thought that the one who's in my poems is the one who's writing a story with her?
Who would have thought that the man I fell in love with is the one one who used me to get over her?
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The Untold
PoetryA collection of lame one shot stories, ugly poems, and random thoughts. In short, a collection of trashes.
