I write poetry so that somewhere, life can be beautiful, perfect, fair and good.
I do not know why you do what what you do.
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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Thank you for your lovely words. It gets me through nights like these :')
I do not know why I do what I do
You wrote I believe that it will be perfect beautiful love
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