oh what a beautiful match it had been:
a broken boy, aged seventeen,
a destructive girl, a beauty queen.
and so he was tired of being hurt by everybody else,
while she was secretly hurting herself.
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idealism. (poetry)
Poetrya collection of short poems that were the result of late night breakdowns i sincerely hope you can't relate to some of these enjoy p.s. lowercase intended
