You don’t look like a saint.
I never said I was.
So a Sinner?
Sounds befitting.
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Something Mending -- VOL 1
PoetryOf Breaking hearts, young love, betrayal and pain. Of Mending hearts, familiar pain, unexpected hurt and aftermath. Of Healing hearts, underated heartache, pain and acceptance. Of Love, Love that is as deep sea. Pain, that knows no bounds. Strength...
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You don’t look like a saint.
I never said I was.
So a Sinner?
Sounds befitting.
