me
So many dark endings
To what I call
The worse love stories for myself
I’ve never truly understood
The concept perpetually loving someone
The concept of understanding another human
I truly believe that all life has beauty
And the human body perfectly encompasses that
For its molds are so different
They carry a human soul
Which is pure till that day
IN which you fail yourself
In believing what you say
For I am truly lost within myself
Ill never be able to understand myself
Less someone else
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