Disappointment is my first name,
Failure is my second.
A fake smile etched on my face
While I lie to myself that I love
Love?
No, I hate myself.
From the bottom of my soul
I despise my existence,
My pathetic self,
My little me
Me.
Who am I?
Dissapointment. Failure.
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Little Black Notebook | Editing | ✓
Short StoryYou were like a cherry blossom. You bloomed, but you were gone too soon. *Captivating book with audio and picture attachments to bring the atmosphere to life. *This book is currently in the editing process and prone to overall changes when finished...
