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Apr 2020
That’s not the point, though.
I might be too good for her.
I might deserve better.
I might finally get closure.
But you don’t understand.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I don’t care.
There is just so much hurt.
Written by
Josephine Wilea  16/Gender Fluid/Bedford Corners, NY
(16/Gender Fluid/Bedford Corners, NY)   
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