When those lies started pouring out of your mouth,
I bathed in them like a holy river,
Ready for them to swallow me up and make me whole again,
Entranced by this fantasy of perfect love.
Perfect lies.
Perfection.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
