I remember how he would tell me how pretty I was or how I was special
I remember how he would compliment me all the time
But I could never believe it because I knew I wasn't anything special.
Nor could I believe his compliments
He said he loved me and this time I believed him
Now he's probably telling another girl she's special and pretty.
Whispering the words "I love you" to her
Making her believe his lies until he moves on to the next girl without a warning near by.
-s
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The gateway to my mind [Poetry]
PoetryA collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 08/01/2023 Concluded: 02/07/2023 ☆☆☆ #1 bookish:14/03/2023 #1 sadpoems: 24/05/2023 500 reads: 12/03/2023 600 reads: 13/03/2023 700 reads: 17/03/2023 800 reads: 27...
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