It's been a year.
A year since you held my hand and took sharp breaths in my hair.
It's been a year since you apologized for falling asleep on the phone. A year since you called me the most beautiful girl in the world.
A year ago you gave up on me and a year ago I fell apart.
You looked at me just like that and when I was without you I didn't want to be anything at all anymore.
I fell so fucking hard for you and it's been a year since everything just came crashing down over me.
I don't think of you like that anymore. But I remember what it was like. I remember bending over in pain because you didn't want me anymore. I wanted you, so much.
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Novela JuvenilIt's not my fault. I mean, I never asked for any of this. I can't help that it's in my genes. I can't help that I'm fat.
