I'm sad that you don't feel for me how I feel for you. But it's fine. I don't love myself either. Why should I be surprised? I always say you're like novacaine and that you're too good to be true and I guess you are. But I'll pretend I don't care if that's what you want me to do.
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The Space Between The Sand And The Sea By Nailinthewall
PoetrySelected, original poetry and songs that remind me of the beach!
