He really believed we were something
didn't he?
Believing I was the one.
The one made perfectly for him.
But not once
has he considered
he's not the one
made perfectly for me.
-not the one
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growing pains
PoetryVarious poems of sadness, love, and heartbreak. Short stories of young adult hood, growing mature, and realism of life that society often doesn't prefer to speak of out loud. Learn to grow through the pain.
