
fourteen🌟
Self confession.
Dear old self,
Thank you for changing.
Thank you for not loving rains anymore.
Thank you for not drooling on guys anymore.
Thank you for not believing in love anymore.
Thank you for becoming so strong.
Thank you for stop exaggerating things and crying upon them.
Thank you for not behaving like crumbled peice of shit.
Thank you for stop chasing and judging yourself.
Thank you for writing more shit poetries.
Thank you for fighting back.
I m just left to say a thanks more to you.
You are my world, and will be.
Be best, happy.
Love x
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