She Writes Under The Stars. ☆彡
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Quarante-Neuf.
06.01.17
Like broken glass
your words cannot put me together
I am scattered
I am shattered.
Like a wilting flower
your hands cannot bring back forever
I am left behind
I am stuck in time.
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