Look,- I'm blossoming because you've seen the beauty
under the rubbles of a broken heart.
Ain't our meeting an awesome thing?
I had no clue there was a spare part.
A little corner for a tender friendship...
A tiny piece of my rebellious soul,
Which sometimes pines for your tight grip
Gosh, do I miss you, and it takes a toll.
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Author:
Helenika (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 30th, 2026 15:03
- Category: Love
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