I won't say them
I refuse to even think it
Those three words
That mean so much
I rebel against them
I will not said again
Cause " I love you"
Is a painful truth.
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
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