Poems from anmol1000
She used to be beautiful.
I remember everything
Her lips
Her hair
Her eyes
Her scars.
It was supposed to be perfect.
Those slender legs...
her words struck me like lightning.
passion and strength erupted from her booming voice.
it was beautiful and terrifying all at once.
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I used to think it was normal
To cry for three hours about nothing.
That it was normal
To think about dying at least once a day.
But that...