"I will never find love.
Not here.
Not now.Sometimes its better to give up.
To stop pursuing.
I already accepted that.I accepted the facts.
I will always be shattered.
Always broken.Reality has broken me.
It's shown me what is life.
What it's like to be worth nothing.Always sad.
Nothing can make happy.
Everything that made me happy is gone.I can no longer do anything right.
No one will love for being me.
That's the Reality.All i feel is Sadness
Evertime i think about her.
How worthless i am.I'm sorry for failing you.
For hurting you.
For not being the man of your dreams."
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Memories of a Distant Past
Poetrymem·o·ry ˈmem(ə)rē/ something remembered from the past; a recollection. "one of my earliest memories is of sitting on his knee"