How many times will I be optimistic to be let down. How many times can I be hurt before I begin to hurt myself. How many times will I have faith and end up being the one hopeless.
I want to take a stand and confront him and his lies, but at the same time I want to cry. He's not worth my tears but I sure as hell am worth respect.
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Living Life
PoetryIt's just odd because I grew up thinking that people waited until they were 21 to drink. Couples waited until marriage to have sex and people didn't do drugs. I thought you would always end up marrying your soulmate. Your friends would always be you...
