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230 · Jul 2015
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Miss E Jul 2015
It use to be what
Would haunt me
In my dreams
Make me cry
Waking up with blood shot eyes
I let my past creep in my mind
Let it torment me
Every night
I counted the days  
It would go away
Until that day
I would pray
To see the day
When I could not wait
Now I'm here
On with life
Looking pass
That past of mine
Miss E Jun 2017
Here's the thing,
I remember when I thought no one would ever. Love me.
How could they? I was afraid of being loved.
I felt unworthy because I "wasn't that great".
I felt like there was something wrong with people if they wanted me.
Did they have a past? Were they crazy? Up to no good? How could they want me?
It wasn't until I met this guy.
He was different. He saw me for being the goofy girl I seemed to be.
He allowed me to leave those thoughts and find joy in being liked.
Weeks turned into months and then years.
Now we are hunting for our first apartment!
I- the one who was "undesirable" have found a good one. And he's cute!
I can't believe it. Maybe it is true.
That you must suffer in order to understand and appreciate the pleasures in life.
And here's the thing...
I am loved.

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