In all honestly I prayed you would like me back.
You seemed like such a caring soul who would help me fight my demons and hold me while my insides bled out.
You seemed like someone who would give a damn and always remind me that I matter.
That even though I feel like a waste of space there's a whole galaxy inside of me that people need to explore.
It seemed... we might have had a chance.
Everyone cheering us on, it seemed we would win.
I guess there's no chance of success if you're not even there in the first place.I.R.G
12/21/17
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Ignored // writings
PoetryWhat's the point of an introduction when there's no grand story to tell?