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So. I lied about one thing.
No, I didn't want it over.
It was mutual to an extent.
But who fucking cares anyway?
I know you don't.
If you read the poem he wrote to me, then you would know, even now, all those feelings still ring true. Some people know me better then I know myself.
Why do we always hurt the ones we love?
Someone want to answer that for me?
I really feel tempted to wake up my mom, and just....have her hold me, and let me cry. And that's something I'd never admit to wanting any other time.
No, I didn't want it over.
It was mutual to an extent.
But who fucking cares anyway?
I know you don't.
If you read the poem he wrote to me, then you would know, even now, all those feelings still ring true. Some people know me better then I know myself.
Why do we always hurt the ones we love?
Someone want to answer that for me?
I really feel tempted to wake up my mom, and just....have her hold me, and let me cry. And that's something I'd never admit to wanting any other time.