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It eats away at my weakening heart
That I put on display for them to see
All of my dreams stopped before they could start
Rejection of who I am and could be
I know there are other paths I could take
My story does not end with one failure
But one waitlist left a shell in its wake
Obvious changes to my behavior
I say that I'm fine, convincing no-one
Foolishly I gave in to naive hope
The future I planned suddenly undone
Devastation so severe I can't cope
I never wanted anything so bad
Things I may get, are now things I could've had
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Revival of the Romantic
RomanceA girl rediscovers what love truly means... and it's not quite like the movies A collection of short stories based on my interpretations of love <3
