I used to pick up dandelions and close my eyes and make a wish hoping that that would give me what I wanted but it never did I mean come on to believe that that would happen you would have to be stupid or have a lot of hope but Over time life ruins those little things makes us feel like there's no magic and that's just cruel why couldn't I have held on to that magic for just a little longer
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Broken little life poems for the broken
שיריםWriting to hep people who might feel like I do or people that need comfort if you need to talk just message me and I'll listen
