"Nothing lasts," she says, and there's a tiny crack in her voice. "You think it's going to. You think 'here's something I can hold onto,' but it always slips away."
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
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"Nothing lasts," she says, and there's a tiny crack in her voice. "You think it's going to. You think 'here's something I can hold onto,' but it always slips away."
