How can love exist,
or maybe we pretend,
that its real,
that we can feel it.
We think it will bring us happiness,
but it only brings pain.
We fight,
It ends in tears.
My name is Malina, but I go by Lina. I write poems when im going through diffrent situations and about how I feel. Ive writen all of these all by myself and I hope you enjoy reading them : )
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