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𝙎𝙝𝙚: 𝙖 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙬𝙤, 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩?

𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣, 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 “𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩”

. written by me .𔓘

If you loved a wrong person and got hurt, I think you don't have to call it a “lesson to learn” . ‘Cause that feeling was yours, not a lesson among lessons to learn and spend.

If you love, that's because you posses the ability to hold such a feeling. Loving is never wrong, it wasn't your lesson. It was the other person's lesson to learn that you shouldn't make a beautiful flower break.

I really wonder why people can't go on without hating on things others do enjoy. If someone does enjoy something and it gives them happiness, then it's a “good” thing. I really don't understand fan-wars cause there is really no point in it. I really don't understand why people try to count numbers or moneys just to prove that something is a good work.

I'd like for others to feel understood.

I wrote thousands of poem about others, about anyone having a hard time or struggling or just... even being happy.

I didn't have the confidence to post it online

but I decided that I will do, so that's in the past.

Hope that you'll like my page :)🤍❤️

Poem/Photo mine.

Poem by me.

(a poem about a love that cannot be started)

I threw up words of affirmation

Just to see them in paper layin'

All because of those exchanged glances

And how he would never take chances

To write a perface for this unstarted story in affection

Our town is faded into nothings color

Stealing everything we can be, you plunder

I'm an artist with a brush bathed in revolution

Wishin' to free you from a lawless land within

A Mayor sayin' you & I live in different towns, forever

And that's how it goes...

☆ Written by me ☆