"To be a writer, the only requirement is the ability to remember every scar." -Stephen King.
The smoke filled my lungs,
but it facilitated my uneven breathing.
but it facilitated my uneven breathing.
None have ever loved me, at least not the way I loved her.
I was destined to be a settlement, the girl you’re content with, but not passionate about. I was meant to be the one that’s been cheated on, not the one who cheats. I was meant to be complacent, not overwhelmed with happiness that produced tears of joy. I was meant to be the girl you don’t bring home to your parents. I was not meant to experience romance. I was not meant to receive chocolates, and gifts, or anything of sentimental value. was not destined to be anything more than the girl to have fun with. I’m nothing more than the phone number written on a bathroom wall that reads, “Call for a good time”.
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