No matter how many pennies you toss into that fountain, no matter how many fingers you cross, if it's not meant to be then you just have to accept that things are not meant to be. No, this is not giving up. It is growing up!
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Love and The Death of Me
PoetryReader beware, for not all you read is pure happiness. In these pages are the words of a sad boy who copes with his depression by writing sadder words.
