Oh Dear Me
I can't help
but feel guilty.
After all, it was
my fault. At home
we struggle, as they say,
"To make ends meet."
I beat myself
up over it.
No one's to blame
but me. A loser
doesn't even begin...
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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