this is the very first poem i wrote.
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he left her.
he left her because he got bored.
he got bored the minute that other girl walked in, with her perfect hair and perfect smile and less than perfect attitude.
he left her.
she blames herself.
she understands that she does not have the perfect hair or the perfect smile or the matching attitude.
he left her.
his ignorance took all of her confidence, which was to be regained once she understood that she does not need the hair, the smile, or the attitude.
she understood.
she left him.
she left him in the back of the room because he found another girl.
she left him out of her life because she did not need his toxicity.
she left him in the back of her mind because she did not want his twists anymore.
she left him.
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restless: a poetry collection
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