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If your love was Edible, perhaps I might be full. Yet toxic it was, left me empty. Such a fool!
She, who nags – “Please stop!”, I’d beg. She, who rearranges my desk – “Where’s my pen?!” I’d scream in distress. She, who forces veggies down my throat – “It taste terrible..”, I’d croak. She, who uses a pillow to cover my face when I snore – “Leave me alone!“, I was feeling sore. She, […]
How many times can a heart break before it screams for the brakes. I loved with all my heart, I gave everything that I’ve got. He was the man of my dreams, the man I thought I sought. I longed to be his city, the queen of his empire. But now I finally realized, it […]