If I wrote a book about falling in love with someone who I can't have, I would write something like that.
I would say something like:
At first I thought I was the problem, that I didn't deserve him, that he was too good for me...
At the end of it all, I understand that I am not the problem, I am not inadequate.
However, why? Why...
Why did I have to understand this way, why did we have to go through this?
And what have you achieved now? Everything is ruined, I'm in pieces. Yes I now know how to put them back together but I don't know, do I really want tthis.
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мисли и поезия
PoetryКъсните вечери и дълбоките мисли, изляни по различно време и различен начин. Просто започвам да пиша и всичко потръгва само. Където мозъкът и сърцето се събират, но сърцето води, а умът предпазливо пази своята половина. Изляни чувства, под формата...
