Please
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Sitting on the bench, she searched for new songs by Shawn Mendes on her phone when he came to stand by her side.
"Is this yours?" he asked.
Lately she had been struggling not to think of himㅡwhich she failed to doㅡas often anymore. She did not even want to look at his face so when he showed her what it was she was talking about, she took a mere glance at the thing he was showing. She didn't bother looking up at his face. Then she paid her attention back to her phone.
"Is this yours?" he asked again.
"You're not supposed to ask that. You're not supposed to ask, 'Is this yours?' You're supposed to ask, 'This isn't yours, right?' How could you say that? You're such a disappointment," she said.
Because I thought you would have known me by now, she thought to herself.
Suddenly he spoke, "Well, I don't live to please you."
And boy, did that sentence kill her instantly.
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Midnight Thoughts ✔
Poetry"Writing can heal us too." ㅡ Midnight Thoughts is a collection of poems, real life conversations, fictional stuff, unsent letters, and most importantly, thoughts. This is for the ones who haveㅡ ...had their hearts broken. ...gone through bad breakup...
