You knew what you were doing to me, all of those months. You knew, deep down I knew, and I still let you.
How could I be so naive?
How could I be so stupid?
YOU ARE READING
hell
Poetryyou are a living hell. little disclaimer there is some violence and rude words/phrases and maybe even some triggering chapters in this book I want to apologise and I will put an asterisk (*) beside the title of the chapter if I believe it will be tr...
