Poems from Anonymous.art

I just wanted to see how you were doing  I couldn't believe it  art
since when did love become a bad thing? something to hide? Something someone needs to live without hearing? Since when did love hurt...
I hate when my crying session ends because it means I am now one step closer to getting over you -art
on the beach in Hawaii. you held my hand as we watched the sunset.   But you never told me why you said those sorry words.   it was the day...
My heart calls it trouble when I am depressed. I'm being told to stop being so loud to choose better words to say to influence people the...

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