Mya Marie
poem of may
this is how it works you’re young until you’re not you love until you don’t you try until you can’t you laugh until you cry you cry until you laugh and everyone must breathe until their dying breath no, this is how it work you peer inside yourself you take the things you like and try to love the things you took and then you take the love you made and stick it into some someone else’s heart pumping someone else’s blood and walking arm in arm you hope it don’t get harmed but even if it does you’ll just do it all over again.
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