emmatheclassysquid
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Reading back a few of my old poems really makes me realise, I write the best shit for the worst people. It’s sad how such beautiful words end up being wasted on some low life scumbags whose only intentions were to hurt you. But, I guess that’s life. My words may have been for the wrong person, but they’re still mine, and that’s beautiful. Kisses, Em xx