everyone around me was full of joy. everyone had another half. a soulmate. i don't believe in those but, was there someone out there for me? anyone? i was starting to believe otherwise.
maybe i was destined to be alone.
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conception.
Poetrywriting in different perspectives. this is no way intended to offend someone who goes through/went through situations mentioned in the writings. i have written each and every one of these by imagining myself in a certain situation/circumstance, or f...
