Bores

for granted

By JPublished 7 months ago • 1 min read

I don't remember

what we used to talk about.

Probably nothing.

sad poetry love poems heartbreak

About the Creator

J

I will not say: do not weep; for not all tears are an evil

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Kendall Defoe 7 months ago
This seems...personal?

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