He used to say I was the prettiest.
He used to say that I was nice.
He used to say that I was his everything.
And for one moment, I knew someone had loved me all over again.
But I guess, that was just it. For I didn't love him back.
I just don't know why there was nothing here. Maybe I have had enough.
(Estrella Cutamora)
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