The Last Time
I want to believe this will be the last time I write about you, but we all know that’s false.
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I want to believe this will be the last time I write about you, but we all know that’s false.
The thought of you brings me peace and comfort. The idea of you is like coming up for air when
You can say I never fully moved on, even after countless times of saying otherwise. No matter how hard you
i have so many things to say that i can’t say anything at all. i have so much anger that
Last night, I listed down everything you ever did to me, everything you changed about me, and everything I’ve become
She’s wearing your jacket. It’s the same jacket I wore when you hit me for the first time. For a
Everyday I find myself thinking about you . It’s not that I still miss you, I don’t. Not even in
I want to run. Run far away from something that is bound to become. I’m afraid. Afraid of starting something