Admit ItA Poem by Becca
Do I bore you?
Come on, admit it. Do I bore you? It's obviously true. Why do you care? That question is unclear. Why do I care? That has a million of answers. Do I bore you? Come on, admit it. Do I bore you? Is that why things changed? Come on, admit it. I'm not as fun as you thought. Come on, admit it. I'm just a quick past time. Why does it hurt? I do not know. Why does everything seem unreal? Because I'm chasing a dream. Come on, admit it. I'm no longer fun to be around © 2014 Becca |
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Added on May 18, 2014 Last Updated on June 20, 2014 |

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