Love: The Good and Bad
- LECTURAS 16
- Votos 3
- Partes 4
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Última publicación vie, nov 23, 2018
It's about the ups and downs of love... this is my first published set of poems so read well my baes
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"𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚆𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎?" 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 "𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚙 & 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎! 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚢" 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺... 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 & 𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚗 Leo , 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛... 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎... 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 & 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘us man like him! D I S C L A I MConcluida
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blossom!
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collection of writings from my unhinged girl mind🎀 Completely unedited or beta'd just a girl in her 20's fighting for her life (mentally, physically, and emotionally)
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