occasionally i still cry over my lost love, the girl i wanted to spend my life with.
psshhyeah, i'm only 14, but this was real love. we could watch a documentary about mammoths and we would have the time of our lives. we used to just hold eachother, and the silence filled up the room more than words could. (and we were both poets.) i loved that girl.
but she's gone, and i have no choice but to keep living. there was a time when i thought maybe i did have a choice...and i wished really hard that i could die. i tried to kill myself. i survived. i don't like to think about it. it's been 8 months since she dumped me over Facebook. i loved that girl.
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