it is beginning to hurt less and less.
except when im alone.
and then,
i fall apart.
i cant help but tell myself that i never want to fall in love again.
maybe,
in a romantic sense at least,
i was designed to be alone.
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idk if i can call this poetry
Poetrybook 2 this started out as just writing down my thoughts. poems, quotes and other random stuff. thats what this was supposed to be. instead, it had become a diary. a journal, almost. this is long lost lovers. this is heartbreak. this is one s...
