it was the little things.
when you gasp at my selfies. treated my wounds. held me tightly during a nightmare. paid for my lunch. shipped me birthday presents when work sent me away & couldn't be home.
it was then that i realized, nobody's ever gonna love me like you do.
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a racing mind
الشعرa collection of poetry, dedicated to the aching hearts who need help finding the words to describe their sorrow, but also words to help you see the best in things. - all poetry written by me unless stated otherwise -
