LIAR || BOOK-1
- LECTURAS 108
- Votos 22
- Partes 4
"Whispers of forever, like fleeting shadows, his promises now haunting my soul."
A poetry collection defining the story of how a manipulator, manipulates his prey...
For love's betrayal won't define my fate,
I'll mend my soul, rebuild my state.
In this poetry of heartbreak, I'll find my voice,
Healing the wounds, embracing my choice.
By Erica.ly
Started:- 29 July, 2023
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