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I tried to start a blog to do exactly what I am doing here, but with it being anonymous I was just talking to myself. Sharing my work, my thoughts is what I want.
A poem that is so simple, but painful. It haunts me, like my memories. It's about my first love. My third "lover." The first one to ask and genuinely care for my consent. The one who tried to love me when I couldn't see anything in me to love. The one that wasn't enough, but I can't let go of. So here it goes.
I never stopped loving the version of you,
That I once knew.
And so that version of me,
I never truly outgrew.
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Beautiful. And perfection. You only ever love three people in your life so it’s said. Who knows if this is true. It’s supposed to be your school love, your first love and then your true love. Maybe she / he was the one. X
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