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Realization:
You can't receive closure when you're constantly with that person.
I can't avoid him. It's always us 4. I enjoy it. I shouldn't. Sleepovers every night. When everyone's gone to sleep and we're awake, we hug. Long, tight hugs. I never want to let go, but he makes me. Why am I the one holding on? When you walk towards me, I go to grab you and stop myself. Last night we slept on the same couch. I had such an urge to go lay with you. You wouldn't have enjoyed it.
The more time goes on, the more I want him back. The more time goes on, the less I care about the lies and the drugs. The more times goes on, the more I realize how pathetic and lonely I am.
I hate not being wanted. I hate not being desirable. I hate being the one chasing.
I need a vacation from you. Instead, I'm never going to escape you. At least here I can avoid seeing you if I wanted. In a week, we go back to living a door away from each other.
I want to run away.
Far, far, far away.
You can't receive closure when you're constantly with that person.
I can't avoid him. It's always us 4. I enjoy it. I shouldn't. Sleepovers every night. When everyone's gone to sleep and we're awake, we hug. Long, tight hugs. I never want to let go, but he makes me. Why am I the one holding on? When you walk towards me, I go to grab you and stop myself. Last night we slept on the same couch. I had such an urge to go lay with you. You wouldn't have enjoyed it.
The more time goes on, the more I want him back. The more time goes on, the less I care about the lies and the drugs. The more times goes on, the more I realize how pathetic and lonely I am.
I hate not being wanted. I hate not being desirable. I hate being the one chasing.
I need a vacation from you. Instead, I'm never going to escape you. At least here I can avoid seeing you if I wanted. In a week, we go back to living a door away from each other.
I want to run away.
Far, far, far away.