Who can I trust if it isn't you? Who can tell gears too? Nothings the same way. I'm not the same way. I'm a broken vessel and I'm bleeding. Nobody's in my corner with a stitch kit. I just keep getting beat up on. There was a life to the things we did. Now that's dead and I'm next to lay right beside it. I fell for you and fell even harder when you left.
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Lovely Souls
PoetryA simplistic way of hurting and learning and growth until you can sprout into a beautiful flower 🌹
