I'm changing the cover of this book, and I almost picked a romantic cover. I almost did, but I didn't, because I must make myself realize that he is only evanescent, and I will not let him be a phase. No, I won't give him that power over me. He will not be my addiction anymore. I'm quitting for good. He almost took this book, but I must make myself realize that he is nothing but evanescent, and I will not let him be a phase. No, I won't give him that power over me. It's time that I toughen up. I will not be submissive. I almost gave him this book, but this book is not about him. This book is for me. And that's final.
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The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts
PoetryThe scattered musings about love and life by a(n) (a)musing girl who knows little of either.
