a blessing and a curse
it is both a blessing and a curse
to love
to care
far more about about a person
than they ever could
me
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
