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May 2017
You left me .
You left without a letter.
You left without a goodbye.
******* came into my life without even saying hello. You didn't  introduce yourself, you barged in through the doors of my heart, and expected me to immediately make room for you, and so i did.
I pushed things aside, and i swept under the rug. While you propped your feet on my back, i vacuumed myself up and cleaned myself up to please you. I became invisible, just for your liking. You would leave me vacant for days on end using my body as a time machine, and when you arrived back "Home" you expected a ******* sandwich and a beer. The day you left you turned me into an empty warehouse. You took everything. The fridge, the stove, the couch, the microwave;  And worst of all you didn't even sweep up the **** under the rug. I picked it up. I did. Putting myself back together one ***** piece at a time. And every day after that i visited the furniture store, finding pieces that complimented my soul better than the ones you took. I turned my warehouse into a castle. Perfect for the Queen who occupied it, all to herself.

S.G
"Sometimes We Give Ourself The Love We Think We Deserve" - Perks of Being a Wallflower .
RIGIDStephany Paola Goico
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RIGIDStephany Paola Goico  19/F
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