Foy
The writer๐๐๐๐ฒ๐ผ๏ธ๐ง๐๏ธ
Just an March fool๐
Her sweet, soft heart bore broken wingsโshattered by the gravest of deceptions.
Trust had fallen apart, fluttering helplessly like a wounded dove.
๐๐ธ๐(Foy)
Pray for me.
I am very sick๐ญ
Myselfโค๏ธโ๐ฅ
12/04/2026
A beautiful life has withered and died beautifully.
๐๐๐(Foy)
Laugh with me,
Like you whispered on every breath,I get!
Love me!
As you always thought, I'd wish!
Hold me,
Until breathes ends..!
(But you proved everything false! How can you belittle love?)
๐๐ธ๐(Foy)
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