I lose myself in my words and I lose myself. You'll find pieces of my thoughts here, like shattered crystal. Poems are stories from the heart I suppose but these are hardly poems. They are more things I never said.
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Pouring your heart out into someone else's Trying to fix what no one could see is like growing a flower and watching it bloom in someone else's garden Only for them to rip it out and say that they never needed your help in the first place You know they didn't ask but you didn't care and now they are fixed but you? In despair
