So, not so long ago, I posted a poem about a guy that I wasn’t good enough for. And recently, that guy, talked to me.  Him talking to me, made me go back to all that depression that he caused me. It made me remember that, he picked the skinny girl, over me. And in made me remember every scar since we’ve broken up. I don’t think I’ll talk to him again anytime soon, but I fear that if he comes back, wanting us to be, that I can’t say no.

Ideas or thoughts, please

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