This is a waste of good paper, I wont ever be a poet by any means, I wont ever make money of it either, I would only be critizied, I will always be bad at anything I do, I could use this and other papers for better things, will I end up withouth you, without love, without a job, I always try my hardest,but always fail, what will ever happen to me, I cannot bare a life without you, if I just could meet you, and run my fingers through your hair, I would feel so much better, I wish I could understand you, pull you in and hug and kiss you, but writing this down is useless, but never a waiste of time,Birth sign: Scorpio
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