I'm not a poet. Hell, I'm not even a very good writer. You may know me, you may know of me, I may be a complete stranger that lives in another country, but since when does any of that matter?
But you must be here for some reason? Let me entertain you while you're still here.
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Anonymous
want to see them in my pink corset
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why do i try so hard to comfort everyone i know?
i can’t remember the last time someone asked me if i was okay.
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everyone i ever showed that I cared for is falling apart in one way or another. my best friend is going through a hard time, and I don’t know what to do to help. I offer her everything I have and everything I can do, but it still isn’t enough. I wish people were happier than I am.
