i didn't mean to end up here.
i've been trying to be a good person, but he makes me want to make so many poor choices.
he's the most frustrating asshole i've ever met, but here we are.
i've never been the type of girl to put myself in these situations so willingly. lines may not have been crossed, but they could have been.
i know i can confuse the hell out of him, but honestly i confuse myself.
i don't know who i've become, but she scares me sometimes.
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exhale
Poetry"can i exhale for a minute? can i get this out in the open?" a collection of feelings molded into mediocre poems
