If there is one thing that I learned,
That I wish I didn't have to;
It is but the cruel truth
That the people
Responsible for our brokeness,
Is not another person—
But ourselves.
// the fault is mine
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
