As they sat there on his bed looking at the roof, she slowly spoke up,
" you know how they say you have to love yourself before you can love someone else, I think that's bull shit, I never loved myself, but you, oh god you, I love you so much, I guess it made me forget just how much I hate myself" she spoke slowing and softly.
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Blue is the warmest colour >>poetry
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