And once again, I, with all my faults and fears he said he'd never grow tired of, was not enough.
Once again, I was left to be alone.
And alone I will remain, because he knows more about me than any other, and I don't have the energy to explain all of my hopes and fears and heartaches ever again.
After all, I would just be left once again in the same position I now am in.
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Compilations of Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness
PoetryA book of short stories, songs, poems, and thoughts of mine