You Can't Afford Me

August 8, 2013

His love was coveted.

I wasn't.

His love was exactly the song I wanted to sing; the beat I wanted to dance to.

He was everything.

I was nothing.

I took a deep breath because nothing was all I ever wanted to be.

Nothing is more than everything

Because everything is worth a price but mine isn't money.

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