IT'S OK
I alone can't hold any relationship From first to last I was alone holding the relationship You were no there I trust you I believe you I need you But What you did? You just saw me from outside You saw that I am smiling I am talking to others And what not? But you don't know that through what I am going on What is my condition What I feel about you from inside BUT IT'S OK That you are OK without me You don't have to think about me I will soon get use to it Cause I am strong enough to let people go from my life And specially when I am invaluable for some people And They clam that they are wasting their energy and time on me....
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HAZEL GRACE
@JENOVA JACKSON CHASE From were punishment came? And if are talking about it then let me tell you that I also don't deserve punishment....But I am getting it....
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STELLA RAYMOND
Awesome poem
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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