"But why?"
"Why what?"
"Why did you let him break you?"
"Because I thought he was the one. Because I thought maybe, just maybe, he would be my happily ever after. The words burned like fire in her lungs, "but i just wasn't what he wanted," she sighed, "I just wasn't home to him."
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{e.o} excerpt from a story I'll never write
YOU ARE READING
The Lost Get Found Poetry
Poetry"Poetry is what happens when for a moment the mind stops working, and all we do is feel" Poetry is my expression. My escape. My therapy. These are works that I have compiled. Some are happy, some are sad, all are 100% pure.
