She sits in her
bed singing herself to
sleep. wrapped in
all of the promises that no one seems to keep. she no longer cries for
him no tears left to wash
away just diaries of empty pages
and feelings gone astray.
Girl: "Boys are like bra's, they
hookup behind your back."
Boy: "Girls are like condoms, they
spend more time in your wallet than on your
dick." Girl:
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