For A Certain Someone...
Roses are red
Violets are blue.
I'm not at all jealous
Or angry at you.
I'm just hurt from the truth
That everyone told me
So now I just want to
Make sure you're not near me.
You don't know how much I loved you.
You don't know how much I cared.
I just never told you anything.
How could I have dared?
I'm writing this poem
To make you realize
That my feelings for you
Were not at all lies.
Now myself is gone.
My heart is cold.
My feelings for you?
They all turned to mold.
Do you think you'll get away
With breaking my heart?
No, no, my dear "friend".
This is only but the start.
Roses are red,
My feelings are dead.
I'll take you back never.
Never, never. Nevermore.
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I was born in Guayaquil, Ecuador. At the age of 5, I moved to New York. At the beginning of 7th grade, I moved to New Jersey. At a young age, I became ill with appendicitis, which then turned into peritonitis. The doctors in Ecuador gave me 10% chance to live, and I moved to NY precisely because I needed a fourth surgery. Without that last surgery, I wouldn't be here. My parents believe I'm a miracle, and I might as well be.
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