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Diane

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

1 poem·Since April 2013
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.(s)He

April 29, 2013
I like this guy, I like him a lot in fact he already holds a place in my heart. I wonder and ponder what he thinks of me in the end it is me he doesn’t see. So I wait by the shore hoping someday he'd want more. But that day never comes I am sad, I am bummed. I waited for him until all hope was gone not realizing what I had done. I wasted my life, by the shore, all those years sat there quietly, eyes full of tears. But now I am older and far more wise I am no longer stuck onto those lies. I found my own love, my own slice of life she is lovely, my beautiful wife.
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