Why do we need to always mend every one's broken soul? Why do we always lay in the meadows upon the misty rolling hills as if we are members of the human race that never carry burdens within our sleeves?
Because, I believe that we are a collection of melancholic eulogies.
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A Thread Of Letters >> Poetry
PoetryThis isn't about love. Maybe, it's about life. Highest Ranks: (July 29, 2023) 1 in #wattpadpoetry 8 in #poems 5 in #Poets
