October 8, 2015 - 7:37
I'm in love with you.
You're in love with someone else.
But isn't that always the way?
You're so beautiful.
I'm so ... not.
Beauty comes from within, or so I lie to myself.
If you saw my worth it would be different, maybe.
But that's the point, you don't.
I feel empty.
It's not me, it's you.
You don't deserve someone like me.
And so I move on, looking for someone else who makes me feel alive.
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