And yet, all she went through, without him. She spends her nights dreaming, thinking, wishing of him.
~ 12.10.19 (1:18)
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Letters I'll never Send
Poésiehere are the poems of the things i could never say. the majority of these are indirect conversations of mine, based on true events. and yes, I've written all these independently :) enjoy
early morning thoughts
And yet, all she went through, without him. She spends her nights dreaming, thinking, wishing of him.
~ 12.10.19 (1:18)
