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RoseW Nov 2019
US
The fight
        fainted us.
    haven't chat for a long time,
                  Blue...

            "Honey,
      Happy Birthday!"
All the words are taken from my text messages; when you put random phrases together and when they are making senses. It's pretty cool!
Yuki Jan 2019
I’ve never loved myself enough
to love another human being.
Love is practice and I’ve
only practiced hate.
I’m a mixture of
fear and boredom.
Never understood what
could make other people
happy.
My favorite hobby
has always been guessing
what could hurt me
the most.
And then do it.
How am I supposed to know
joy and gift it?
Mallory Oct 2015
Remember that you did not love him.

remember that you never loved him,
and that he never loved you.
Remember that you were angry, exhausted, terrified, and fighting for someone to love you, and he did not love you.
Remember that his best was not good enough.
Remember the words he said, and remember no matter how many times he looked at you, he did not see you.
He never saw you.
Remember that you are strong.
Remember who you were before him, before you were angry, exhausted, terrified and crazy.
Remember how he only moved mountains for you to adjust his own view.
Remember what they told you, and how it came true.
Remember the way you felt when you were angry, exhausted, terrified and needy, and how you only felt that way with him.
Remember all the sunrises and sunsets before him, and remember that there will be an infinite amount of sunrises and sunsets after him.
Remember that it’s okay to miss him.
Remember that he does not miss you.
Remember that you will find someone again, who makes you laugh the way he did, and remember that you will find someone who does not keep you waiting, remember that you will find someone who does not keep you guessing, who does not keep you angry.
Remember you will find someone who makes you happy.
Remember you can be happy without him, without anyone.
When you are lonely, and tired, and wanting the familiar touch of his arms, the taste of his lips, his hand on your back, his music playing as you drive, when you want to laugh with him, not one last time, but all the time, remember that you did not love him.

And he did not love you.

— The End —