This felt like a question almost everyone asked me because they probably felt sorry for me after I got dumped.
I walked into the cafeteria and saw you sitting down with a group of friends. I walked up to you and you hugged my waist with one arm and looked up at me, asking me that damned question, 'how are you doing?'
I'm doing great, thanks. I just got dumped but I feel like I'm going to explode with sad feelings and have my body splatter all over the walls and that piano that the Asians love playing their songs on. It's great, really. Just great.
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I Was She
Poesía[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
