Wrong people

Mary

I'm used to loving wrong people, That's what I do with passion, But later I'm left with depression, I have many questions, Why there is first impression? Why can't we forget easily? Why we love so crazily? And fall in love repeatedly? I forgot how to love myself, I know we should value ourselves, But why does our hearts melt, Once we see them showing us love? Why the road has to be this rough? Nothing makes me feel enough.

2020-09-06 14:22:24

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