Would I even be able to make you happy? I can't think positively because you're not replying and I just keep thinking about everyone who doesn't want me. You're probably one of those people.
Even if you did want me, you would probably tire of me or grow out of me like an old sweater and toss me out. I can never quite make it past three years in my relationships. Maybe destiny just won't allow it?
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I Was She
Poetry[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...
