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If this was some kind of sick bet
you made with your friends.
To see which miserable bitch would fall in love with you the fastest.
I want you to know,
that you did not win.
I wasn't in love with you,
not yet.
And that's what hurts.
Because I could see myself in love with you.
I talked to my friends about you.
You filled up my mind.
And I knew that you were someone that I could love.
If you had kept that persona molded to win me over I would have fallen in love with you.
So I guess I'm glad that you dropped out before I fell.
Because that would have hurt a lot more than simply the idea of falling.
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Finding Myself I ▽
Poetry"She painted her soul with words and displayed the pain for all to observe." Where a girl is learning how to love herself and the complicated life she lives.
