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because when she walks into a room

no eyes are on her

she is the 

lonely witch in the 

corner of the room

and when i walk into a room

no eyes are on me

i am the lone wolf

thrown to the side

we are more alike than what seems

yet you always choose

her over me

never

me over her

you disregard the questions

completely shift the topic

making me regret

wanting it to be

me over her

not 

her over me 

untitled // the broken hearts clubWhere stories live. Discover now