it's 11:04 PM i'm trying to pour my should into a piece of paper but i'm stuck i don't know whether the darkest of nig...
For women who are 'difficult' to love
A poem by Warsan Shire you are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you compares you to an impossible highway to a burning hous...
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