you loved "me"
but you did not really love "me"
you loved the idea of "me"
but the vision of "me" you had
was the same one
of a million other girls
even guys
in the crowd
— i was a diamond to you, but diamonds didn’t mean much when you were in a mine full of them.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
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