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I never realized how unhappyI was until the days turned gray,and you were not the one Ilonged toturn to, to make me feel better.

She was never satisfied, because none of them were him. She should have left well enough alone what was unknown- as somewhere b..

sticky situations..

Words we carry in our bones..

WTF do we do.

You told me I was most beautiful while wearing my words, So I let you carve my poetry into my back And winced when I allowed your hands to..

you just never know when it will be the last time..

I am not enough..

all that we hope for..

I don’t know where to share this, but maybe in the right hands this could possibly help someone, but having a better understanding of what it is..