HE was supposed to be
my Mr. Darcy.
the mistaken fool
that I am
saw him as
the brooding,
mysterious,
concieted man
that eventually,
as a turn of fate,
I would love incredibly
And he,
in all his hidden charm,
would love me back.
But here my Darcy falters.
For I am no
Elizabeth-
I never will be.
I am not strong,
I am so weak
I find myself wishing
him all the happiness
in
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Your not ugly and you aren't gonna marry a short creepy man. lol
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