Is This Love?
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Última publicación dom, mar 29, 2026
To the boys who made me believe they could be my last, who filled my heart with fleeting dreams and endless what ifs, this is for you. You stirred my world, made me delusional with hope, and turned my love into a fragile illusion. I thought you were the end of my search, the final verses of my poetry, but you were just shadows passing through. You left me with shattered dreams and lessons I didn't know I needed, proof that love isn't always meant to stay.
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