❝ I realized that there's a pattern, you act like you care, make me fall, then leave. You're just like the others, and still, I beg to differ. Why? I might never know, but I think it's time you taste a little of your medicine. But that's nothing to you, because you don't care. And that's the difference between me and you ❞
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Eunoia • Book One
Poetrycurrently - completed. ❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ❞ Book One of Eunoia (Beautiful Thinking). A book with words dipped in emotions of a young soul. A book of different genres of poems and so on, but it's also just an...
