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I waited.
Waited for so long that it left me suffocated. I hate the feeling of things scrapping in my chest. Things that are too vague to wail, but tiring enough to drain.
Is it wrong for me to want to stop? Sometime, I wish I had not loved you.
I am still waiting for that day to come. Or until I can stop myself from needing to wait.
Please.
Waited for so long that it left me suffocated. I hate the feeling of things scrapping in my chest. Things that are too vague to wail, but tiring enough to drain.
Is it wrong for me to want to stop? Sometime, I wish I had not loved you.
I am still waiting for that day to come. Or until I can stop myself from needing to wait.
Please.