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You know,

It's strange,

But since I actually liked you before,

Sometimes,

I almost completely forget

That you

Came to me.



So, I have to ask you,

Honestly,

What do you see

In me?



To me,

I'm just a weird "bunch of girls";

Fractured,

Splintered

Personalities;

Stuck inside a body,

Flawed,

And full

Of insecurities.



What could a girl like me ever offer?

What could a girl like me ever give?



Someone else gave you your first love and your first "time".

Someone else even gave you a child

So how could i ever compete with that?

How I could I even begin to compare?



I can't.



All I have to give you

Is my heart,

But I'm afraid it's shattered beyond repair,

And fear it isn't much use for me--

Or anyone else--

Anymore.



I feel like some kind of

Broken doll

And I hope you kept your receipt.



It isn't too late to take me back

And get your money back.



But until I really get on your nerves

Or I drive you completely crazy,

I promise to give you my love and be yours,

Truly,

Madly,

Deeply.