I always want to text you or see you or do anything with you.
But deep down I know I can never do any of those things again.
It may make me happy at one point, but there's always something that tears everything down.
Is it worth the risk?
Falling over and over for someone who's never going to come back?
Working harder and harder for something that's never going to work?
Holding on and on for something that's already let me go.
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Just Another Heartbroken Story
PoetryThere's nothing to it. Really. I'm just and average girl who's finding out that the world is big. In fact, it's too big. It's so big it's messing up me and some of the people I care about. And it's just because I learned a new concept called love...
