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Not mine anymoreWritten at 16 years old An eternal gift... Only if not fresh. I still treasure your rose i held for many years. Until i found it's meaningless gloat. From the history of your charming ability and the lie you soaked me in. I thought the world of you. I am religious and i am better than anyone else. Except wrongly the wrong side of religion to blow someone off when you haven't even given them a chance. I didn't know why i wasted my time dreaming and drooling over a waste of space like you. As now the rose has finally recycled its self and become another one's rose. It's not my flower anymore because you never wanted to be and played games with me and broke my heart. I may be known not to have had a broken heart even though i was never in a relationship with you... You still broke my heart... The flower is not mine anymore. And when i thought you was mine i know now you're not mine. And i am glad i am married to someone so much better than you. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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