and she won’t see it.
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The pain I get from her is something I’d take
From the fires of passion to the earth that she’d shake
Hallowed ground she walks and buried her cracked pebbled stone.
I’d sell my land and gold and make her a jewel encrusted throne.
I just fucking love her and miss her and no amount of words will match that.
i will write this poem aha
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i will actually follow you back and if i haven’t message me cause i mean to
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im in one of those periods in my life where i cant focus on anything i cant finish an assignment i cant listen to one song for more than 5 seconds i cant sit through a tv show episode i cant finish a book i cant write a story
all i can do is stare blankly at the wall and wish i had something to do but everything i could do or want to do is just supremely unsatisfying
SOMEONE PUT IT IN WORDS THANKS YOU
Hey kids this is a symptom of depression