I once new a man that I loved.

I was only seventeen,

when I fell for his racing.

The moment he kissed,

I knew he missed me.

I did things to him which caused him to hate me.

I was young and stupid, but he forgave me.

I loved him even more after he accepted me

 but then he took advantage of me.

I now resent him for those things, 

but he will never be able to see.

He made mistakes along the way and all I gathered was hatred.

Something inside me woke-up,

I finally had enough.

I tried to pursue things that made me happy,

but he just couldn’t see

that I needed this for me.

I finally stopped everything,

and now I can’t seem to do anything.

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