December Night


I sit with my grief and cuddle with my sadness.

I kiss anger on the lips.

I break and cut myself apart and call it love.

What more do you want from me?

  • Author: Gie (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 25th, 2023 05:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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