"I felt like I failed at masking today," she worried.
"Don't worry so much," he comforted.
"I wish I could stop worrying. Sometimes I do feel like throwing my brain into a trash can for spiralling, and just not stopping. Even for like a second," she lashed out.
"Maybe it needs more compassion instead," he reassured.
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Poems about Love
PoetryContains only poems, from the book- I thought you were mine (in the process of being written by me), and just poems about love. It contains letters, his povs, and just feelings of love. The poems are not in any particular order. I hope you like th...
