here you are again. and yet here i am, opening the door for you again.
even though i know this is never happening, even though i am so clearly aware that you will go back to her,
i open the door for you again, and you rush in.
why do we do that?
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
