Dark skin and curves,
pimples and scars,
eye-bags and failures,
You've ruined my life
by being mine.
For
I'm sure it's you:
who scare away the happiness,
who invites insomnia every night,
who attracts false-pity,
who portrays me weak.
—With time her insecurities grew stronger morphing her inner peace into raging anxiety.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Float
PoesíaBe the love you want to receive, design the world the way you want it to be, aeons it might take but you'll be there where you always wanted to be.
