It was 11:11
And what I hope would be best,
Is that you won't leave me
Like all of the rest
It was 11:11
As I wanted to cry
I thought you would leave me
That I would beg you to try
It was 11:11
It's been an hour now
I've never loved this much
And now I ask myself...
How?
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A Sad Girl's Book Of Disasters
AléatoireA book of poems, short stories and writings.
