It's like a book.
That's in an old library.
It's dusty and hasn't been opened yet.

But I sometimes consider opening it.
Only when I feel really lonely.
I look at it.
It's beautiful.

But someone the tear pages out.
I know who it was.
But I could never hurt her.

How could I?
Maybe she ruined my favorite book,
But I still look at that book.

I think:
Should I rewrite it?
Maybe one day I will.
But not with her.

I just fall in love with the wrong people.

#UnopenedPages

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