Why is it so unfair?
Everyone has their person.
So why can't I have mine?
Why is she always torn away from me?
Every stitch I make only gets cut off by you.
Just let me have her.
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The Poetry of a Soul Who Doesn't Know Where They Quite Belong
PoetryAs you read this, i ask that you read this. Don't skim through it, but take a second and read it. To my dear readers, Thank you for reading this poetry book. It means something, no it means everything. Please let me know if you wish for more, Beca...
Unfair
Why is it so unfair?
Everyone has their person.
So why can't I have mine?
Why is she always torn away from me?
Every stitch I make only gets cut off by you.
Just let me have her.
