He was the water for which
I became thursty .
He was the food for whome
I became hungry.
He was the poison for which
I was ready to die.
He was everything for me,
But he made me feel I have nothing.
Oct 1, 2020
Oct 1, 2020 at 11:52 PM UTC
He was the water for which
I became thursty .
He was the food for whome
I became hungry.
He was the poison for which
I was ready to die.
He was everything for me,
But he made me feel I have nothing.
A person who is your world,u smile in him,u cry in him ,and if u know ***** will never be yours still u love him/her ,then this is your true love
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