A rose petal slowly drifting, not knowing anything. Not knowing how beautiful you really were. How kind you truely could be. Not knowing you didn't need him. You didn't need his acceptance. His forgiveness... his touch...
So beautiful, so pure. Don't give up little follower.
You will be seen
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A special type of high in saving yourself.
PoetryA book of Love, Trauma, Sadness, Sleepless Nights and intrusive Thoughts A book of my poems. (None of the images in this book are mine except the image on the title page)
