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I miss people who don’t miss me.
I resemble the eight-year-old girl I once was, dreaming that a certain somebody will think of me and want me as much as I want them.
I treat my boyfriend disgustingly.
I dread the day on which he’ll leave me for a better future.
I hold on to him with my very last breath.
I see myself falling into nothingness.
Alice.
Sometimes I wish that there would be somebody who’d hold me and tell me that everything will be alright. That somebody is here with me, almost every night he’s here. Yet I’m stupid and will only morn for this feeling when he’s gone and I’m dead.
I resemble the eight-year-old girl I once was, dreaming that a certain somebody will think of me and want me as much as I want them.
I treat my boyfriend disgustingly.
I dread the day on which he’ll leave me for a better future.
I hold on to him with my very last breath.
I see myself falling into nothingness.
Alice.
Sometimes I wish that there would be somebody who’d hold me and tell me that everything will be alright. That somebody is here with me, almost every night he’s here. Yet I’m stupid and will only morn for this feeling when he’s gone and I’m dead.