You tell me you love me
But you're not sure
What kind of love it is
Or of how much love I have.
You tell me over and over again
You love me and you don't want to hurt me
But in the end
You always hurt me.
You tell me you want me
And I believe you
So im jus asking to be hurt
But not really.
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Pieces of My Heart
PoezieIn middle school, lots of things happened to me. I became accident prone, breaking one thing after another. I also moved and lost my best friends. Some of the people at the new school were nice to me at first. But like most typical schools, they onl...
