He isn't coming back. I know that. But what a dream come true if he did. But why would he come back?
I am nothing to him. Just another notch on his bedpost. Just another girl. Just a slut to play with.
I hated it, but the truth is bitter. I know that. I have known that, ever since I started high school. Ever since the kids teased and taunted me with the truth.
I am just a slut. I have always been a slut, at least, according to them. And I can't deny anything without solid evidence.
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A Lover's Dream I ✔
Historia Corta{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant t...
