i do not understand a simple life.
when i'm sad,
i do not cry,
i pour.
when i'm angry,
i do not yell,
i burn.
and when my heart breaks,
i do not grieve.
i shatter.
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poetry for the poetic: 3
Poetrythis is my third book of poetry on wattpad. you can find my other two on my profile!