suprising how dumping me off
and there forward screwing me over
after the second time, it still aches, but is dull, unrefined.
and the third time, matters none, i feel happy this is how it turned out.
I said sorry, I said I regret. And I told you I'll try to change, though I don't believe I can. So, why don't you realize that, first:
I don't mean to hurt you, and never did.
and second:
I shouldn't have been taken back by you, why did you do this to yourself?
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
