Love is not obligation and sacrificing your whole self. Just the parts that need to learn to share. But we don't learn, we don't share our love, life or laughs. I don't know you. And it hurts. Like burns like a homeless woman's trash can of a life. When she waited for fortune to turn up in a used cup. When someone she loves and trusts calls her trash, believes it, and makes it so true. And she only knew created miracles and magic of misfortune and loss.
Before she was really born. He claimed her, never proposed and was never accountable to his promises. By the year 2000, I knew it was over and I lost. I was lost and only Jaime mattered. I was no longer a child, but the universe called me back and said I was maybe worthy if not giving up so easily.
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