At some point you're making me feel like a trash.
And I know why.
But I don't want to fully admit it, so I will act tough.
And no matter how bad I want to say that I love you, and I want you back.
I can't.
Because you never made me feel like a trash.
And you're doing it now,
And I know you already have someone.
And I can't take you back. . .
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My Life and Other Things
PoetryThe thing is I do not know if my life is too common or I am just so unfocused and alone. The thing is I want to know if every people is same as me, or if that difference makes us the same. The thing is I have to write it all because that's the only...
