I get jealous easily. And not because I'm clingy or desperate, attention-seeking or needy. But because I'm afraid that someone else will see how incredible you are, and they'll convince you that you deserve more than me. Because you do. You deserve the entire fucking world, but me? I hold just a grain of sand in my palm. And maybe someone could give you more, but I am offering you my everything. I may only have a grain of sand but it is yours. Everything I have is yours.
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Short Stories And Such
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Some are fictional, some are based off of my own life. I guess I'll just have to leave you to imagine. Disclaimer: As with all poetry, not all of these are about myself and I do not c...
