I wish I could have loved you less back then. Perhaps I could have salvaged what we had left. Perhaps I could have saved myself from all this pain. But fate had different plans for us. You were supposed to be my maybe. And I was supposed to write about our what-ifs.
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
