I thought I needed to be loved.
I thought I needed to be missed,
To know I was thought of,
That someone out there wished I was with them.
Then I learned that no one
Will love me like I will,
Will miss me like i will,
Will think of me like I do.
That nobody will be the person
That I need myself to be.
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3 A.M. Thoughts
PoetryWhen the moon has fully risen and the stars are watching the thoughts of a girl flow across a page. Curl up and enjoy my shitty writings.
