"You said I was one in a million"
That's what she thought while thinking of all the people that left her. They left and never even looked back.
But wasn't she the one who left? She went to a different school and moved into another town. Wasn't it selfish to expect that her friends would keep in touch? She was eighteen now, thinking about how she wanted her future to be. Better than her past, that's for sure.
Was it her or them? Was she the problem and the reason they left? Her low self esteem wasn't always easy to handle but why did they just leave?
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thoughts and songs
Poetrythis is a random collection of thoughts, poems and different lyrics in which I might try to tell a story of a girl who wants to find her own place in the world and in her life
