I step into the family,
One which I can never have
One which is too perfect.
I am an outsider.
And despite my vernacular skills,
I shall always be an outsider.
I love him.
I shall always love him.
But I cannot step into his home.
My struggle with depression and life after love, knowing now, that the days of innocence have expired...Moving on after pain, with some hope, and a little wisdom
hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said. while i agreed with a few things, there were ...
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