Smell of strawberry
Sun on a rainy day
Always there
to take the pain away
Her laugh; when she snorts
I crumble on the floor in a heap
Barely able to breathe
But this type of dying
is pretty
She taught me
Insecurities can transform you
But love can fix you.
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Running With Scissors
Poetry"Run away, they will have to find some other hearts to break" - All Time Low.
