
I have given the last bit of love away that I thought I had inside of me. That love was hers. I was trying to show what she already had inside her. Now broken. A connection. Making myself as scummy as I can. Why? I want to be a poet, and I am working on turning myself into a seer. You won't understand any of this, and I am almost incapable of explaining it to
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