The truth is
I am not perfect,
I have commited many sins.
I have lied and cheated
on many things,
i have cried many tears.
I love him so much,
i think i am in love with him,
i did hurt my self over him.
i say that it's okay,
that i candle handle it,
but the pain is breaking me down.
I still have an feeling for an ex,
but it's not really strong,
but i love the one i am with now
more than anything in the world.
The truth is
i am jealous of certain things,
and half of the jewerly i wear
are fake diamond rings.
i dont really have any friends,
but he is my friend and my lover.
He knows more about me
then i do myself,
it hurts knowing the truth.
i dont really think i belong on this earth,
but one thing for certain,
i love him,
and that's the truth.
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