Maybe each life is just an echo
The poetic underground // Erin Hanson
If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.
Why I cry when I've opened up to some people. I'm outgoing, but I have my walls up at the same time.
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timing with him and me just wasn't the best, i told him a little to late, and he admitted way too late..