This feeling isn’t anything new.To not be loved, to not be wanted.To be thrown aside nonchalantlywithout care of the rocky terrain beneath.Cuts and scrapes can be healed easily, it’s not a question of how, it’s a question of when.  My

This feeling isn’t anything new.To not be loved, to not be wanted.To be thrown aside nonchalantlywithout care of the rocky terrain beneath.Cuts and scrapes can be healed easily, it’s not a question of how, it’s a question of when.  My

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