Love and Other Tragedies
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Última publicación mié, sep 20, 2017
A collection of drabbles from my 14-year-old brain. I came accross these poems and have decided not to delete them; instead using them as a time capsule?
Reading these poems years later, I've realized how naive I was. Little did I know there is worse pain than a silly crush or heartbreak.
Thank you all for bearing with me through the horrible grammar and typos.
Much love,
Ava Rose
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