Treasure Island

Sarah Shifflet

(7/13/90 / columbus ohio)

I hope she comes back to me


I feel, so alone, I have been for three months or so.
Oh why did the love of my life have to go? I guess because she didnt know how lucky she was to have had me, but she will see how life is without me. I hope she enjoys it
on second thought I hope she is annoyed by it. I hope she comes crawlin back to me, and tells me that without me she cant live happily. I truely want this, her I do miss but our love she dismissed, so all I can do is wish for redemption or maybe in the end I'll finally be winnin.

Submitted: Thursday, June 10, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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