You are worth more than the "I miss you" and "come over" texts.
You are worth more than the hateful words that endlessly spill from his mouth.
You are worth more than the broken bones and bruises his hands leave on your body.
You are worth more than the lies he continuously tells you to come back. People don't change, baby.
You are worth more than the half-assed "I love yous"
You are worth more than what he's capable of giving you.
Know your worth, baby girl.
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The Diary of Her
Poésie"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."
