my heart is no longer my own
in a sea of thoughts of you, I drown
my heart choose you in all this crowd
on your head, I've put the crown
but you were just another shetty clown
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confessions of a 17 years old
PoetryPoetry was always so cathartic to me when I was seventeen. these are my thoughts and confessions to myself and to other people. hope y'all enjoy it. xx
