I always think that I’ll be the one you call in a drunken state at one in the morning. You’ll say how much you miss me, and proclaim that you still love me. This would become a reality, but even when we were together, I never was your drunken call at one a.m.
Someone else was.
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The Life of Me
PoetryI'm just a teenage girl, trying to make sense of this crazy world.
