Sep 2019
This cup was not
passed by me, but to me
And the vinegar inside
Is justly deserved.
I was not enough
To heal the wound
Telling her that
I am not worthy of her love.
passed by me, but to me
And the vinegar inside
Is justly deserved.
I was not enough
To heal the wound
Telling her that
I am not worthy of her love.
(20/Agender/The Valley, Franklin)
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