I want to ask you if you really do love me, if so how could you call me names and make me feel like this.
I'm angry at you but I don't know how to tell you, I am confused about this realtionship.
I got told that he didnt know what he had until I was gone, now I just want him to make me smile!
I hate this feeling of not knowng what to do.
Do I still love you?
Do I still feel the same way?
After this I don't know anymore.
I undestand the you were drunk, but that's not an excuse to call me names.
You don't know what is going on with me but I don't think you really care!
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Short Story / Fantasy
Poem / Riddles
Poem / Poetry
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