| *loolaville _poetry | |||||
| At Least At least you don't haunt me. At least I didn't let you thrust yourself inside me. At least I kept my deepest thoughts to myself. At least hope is still my own and I carry it with me regardless. At least you smoked half of my cigarettes and reduced my chances of getting cancer. At least I don't have to see you every day and ask you to cover your eyes. At least you join the list of assholes who screwed me over, and I am still Me. |
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