I will never amount to anything.
I will always go back to the trash I used to be.
I was a trash and will always be a trash.
I thought I got over it.
I thought I was redeemed but I always go back to the way 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...
