My Wild Fire

My Wild Fire

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación lun, nov 17, 2014
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This is poem is dedicated to a family member, not an ex. I was very sick one day and stayed home. At one point I woke up and wrote the poem after having a nightmare about the lose of my family member. when I woke up later I showed this poem to my mom who moved it, I showed it to my English teacher who also loved it. I was told to enter it into contest so I did. I moved shortly after receiving mail so I never got the confirmation mail, so as far as I know this poem is a published in two books. I hope you enjoy the poem I may have more to come.
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Text Me

"i know that my life is no fairytale. that you'll still think of me as the one who would never have a chance at life, so you gave me yours. then i shattered your heart. i know that this won't have a cliché ending, where i won't make it a day and come running back to you so we can live happily ever after. as much as you don't understand why, there is something that we had before i screwed up and i left not so we could preserve it but so we could move on. i want you to know that my screw up is ending me day by day. i want to come running back, trust me, but i can't." i.just.cant. - our story in text messages - {lowercase intended for theme}

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