I was made with a massive imagination. Her mind overflowing with figments that couldn't be hers but to only remain in parchments.
My bones were made with grief and hatred, maybe? And with just a notch on a belt, I was never been seen but only been felt.
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HoodedByRed
Mar 29, 2018 04:27AM
This is the first and new poetry collection that I made. :D:Dhttps://www.wattpad.com/story/136011254View all Conversations
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Sincerely yours, Eerin
This poetry consists the letters that I haven't had the chance to give it to him nor did he ever gave me a re...