I was so focused with my feelings, I forgot to take care of others.
I was so enamored in my own world, I built walls around me.
I was drowning with loneliness, I took for granted the joy of life.
I was barely breathing, I almost stop breathing.
I was
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It's Not About Us (But What If It's About Us)
PoetryHe / She simply doesn't like us. Period. Sometimes it's hard to get that. That the idea is too foreign. We keep on asking and telling ourselves, "Why not? I am a limited edition, he / she will not find anyone like me." There is a bunch of reasons th...
