She hoped that everything I had would fall out of my hands and drop into the palm of hers. She didn’t know that those things or those people don’t make me who I am, so I’ll let her have it all because it doesnt change anything. I’m still one of a kind.
Thoughts? Suggestions? Let her know in the comments below. Thanks for using your time to read this. You’re still breathing, so stay strong. Goodbye.
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