She didn't consider herself worth living.
But to him she meant the world.
His life only had meaning,
because she gave it a meaning.
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Dead Ends
PoëzieSometimes it's not about the end. It's just about the story. A collection of four liners that I wrote which didn't have the oh-so-perfect endings. Well because life doesn't offer each and everyone the fairytale endings they grew up listening to.
