rage is like milk.
it sits inside you and curdles,
sour milk seeping from your pores,
clouding your vision with bitterness.
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• first dance •
Poetrythis is a story from a segment of my life where i found love -or what I thought was- then lost it, as quickly as it came this is my experience these are my regrets he was my mistake this was my heartbreak 🥀 hey guys! welcome to my first boo...
