May 2019
He isn’t worth it.
I tell myself that every day.
And yet
I find myself drifting back to him.
Smiling at him.
Wanting to touch him.
He isn’t worth it.
So why am I doing this?
I tell myself that every day.
And yet
I find myself drifting back to him.
Smiling at him.
Wanting to touch him.
He isn’t worth it.
So why am I doing this?
(14/F/Wisconsin)
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