" There are plenty of us that feels unloved . Cheeks stained with blood , we wish upon the stars that someday we would be loved back the same way we loved others. While we wait for the stars to answer our wishes, we slowly let our loved ones slip through our fingers because we are too busy thinking that no one loves us although there is someone out there that does. "
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Belgium Nights
PoetryPoetical writings of a girl & her past memories. #7 in poetry 💕
