have you ever woken up one day and the thing you loved the most just didn't taste the same?
or forever hold your peace.
twenty seven years later.
1.1 And Poetry is no exception
“when so many are lonely... it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.”
a state of great sorrow or distress.
She waded in with the waves at her knees But now she, Is a thousand lies deep.
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