almost,
almost found solace
without you
but my jealously struck again;
envying every characteristic that
made the others more appealing than me;
so now,
let us turn away
from the disappointing girl,
whom never leaves,
and is stuck on a endless loop of loving you
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Poesíashe was a burned soul; inflamed by your euphoric lies believing that if she never told, she'd forget your soundless goodbye ▪▪ - LITTLE TO NO EDITING, FEEL FREE TO LEAVE GRAMMAR CORRECTIONS - | lowercase & no periods intended |
