[P] Sunday Morning

3 AM THOUGHTS

I always wanted to be intelligent
And beautiful
and talented
But not as much as I wanted us to last

I remember the words
You jokingly spoke
On a blissful Sunday morning
That you can't pour juice
Into your cereal

And maybe, just maybe
I was the juice
You were the cereal
And we were both just not meant to be

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WhiteWolf16 #1
Chapter 3: Wow. Your poems are so beautiful.
iholdtheskies #2
I love you
kimmiekimmuackzzzzz #3
Chapter 43: #mother so true very very
goldxntrbl #4
Chapter 42: This is so touching, awww TT___TT
mischievous_akmood #5
Chapter 41: I personally believe you can still love someone even if you aren't able to love yourself... it's a lot easier for me to love other people than it is for me to love myself, and even though I know I don't necessarily love myself, there's still people out there that I'm still capable of loving
Inni_Mini_Mimi #6
nice fic i like it ^^
JunhoMahletY #7
Chapter 38: Whenever I read this it makes me think of lotta things damn you Thora u left me thinking again!
goldxntrbl #8
Chapter 38: The end line got me right in the feels, I can't---
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