I knew this was coming.
From the very first day.
I knew this was coming.
I knew that no matter what, it wouldn't work.
Yet I still hoped that it would.
I still hoped I would be able to handle all of it.
I still hoped that I would be better.
I knew it.
I never will get better.
I really am going to end up alone.
I knew it all along.
Why try to stop it?
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Poetry
PoésieThis will be a collection of poems that I write, and I will do my best to make sure they're all edited before I publish them.