A poem about uncertainty, fright and not being prepared for changes.
After years hope remerges. It's changing. Hopefully changing.
Wishing for the days when all I knew was love and everything felt okay
traptluv
Melancholic writer. Cynic. Artist. Reader's discretion is advised. A dialogue about healing. Pictures belong to their respective owners. Follow @traptluv for more.
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lusand (⁎⁍̴̛ᴗ⁍̴̛⁎) radiate love Im sorry im such a shit bag, I cant take it back now. I wish i could have loved you right by the time i wanted to, it was too late.
Think about it?
It's not how love works...
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