A kid raised with hate is a kid raised in hell.
They just want it to end well.
Yearning for the pain because that's all that we have left to this day. The tears laid a permanent path across our cheeks. When all we needed to do was speak.
The smile that covered our face , faded just like our the grace.
Why can't it just go away?
Tragically Yours.
-Adi
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Tea Leaves and Torn Hearts
Poetry"A place where a lonely girl can express the consultations with her heart." These are little poems that express what my heart wants to tell the world. Maybe your heart feels the same way and finds a sense of understanding here. Tragically Yours, ...
