This poetry is about Cold Revenge on someone who hurts you and/or something like a bad boy who played your heart and finds another girl to play along with you.
This poetry is about Cold Revenge on someone who hurts you and/or something like a bad boy who played your heart and finds another girl to play along with you.
'They say that eyes are the window to the soul,
I disagree,
I say it is the way you do your hair,
The books you read
The things you write
The things you create
And the way you look at the world'
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