Loving him has nearly killed me both inside and out. And as I Cry out my brokenheart, He forcedly put a knife in my hand and convinced me that I was the one who destroyed us.
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The Echo Of Inner Voices
PoetryNope. Na-ah. Don't read this. This is just a silly writing prompts out of despair, loneliness, anger, joy, self-love and so on. It means, these are just random thoughts that popped in my noggin and I don't want to bore you, but I also hit "Publish"...
Loving Him
Loving him has nearly killed me both inside and out. And as I Cry out my brokenheart, He forcedly put a knife in my hand and convinced me that I was the one who destroyed us.
