Looking back now... I have accomplished allot. I just did not rot in sadness and decent into madness but I did, I lie to myself alot it, is now a bad habit like what smokers say to a child after they smoke a cigarette. The feeling only lasts temporary like a cigarette or a broken heart, you try to break the addiction but you swear you can quit but the pain is to much with out it, trying to get someone to love you is like a lottery ticket, your chance of winning the lottery is so slim you have a better chance of dieing on the way getting the winning one, but I rather die a winner instead a lonely computer nerd poet who I am who still believes that fairytale called love, of Corse I am loved by many but I have no one to love as my own.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Dec 2014 05:23:35 +0000
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