laura hope : Writing

Twisted vines, morbid minds.

Twisted vines, morbid minds.

A Poem by laura hope


I'm starting to learn something sharp.Like a blade it brings feelings so new and it's burning.People don't act, think like they say they do.I once tho..
Open sore.

Open sore.

A Poem by laura hope


regret and heart ache.

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