I miss you. No one wants to hear me say it. I don't want to hear me say it. I miss you. I hate that all my fears have come true. That literally the very thing I asked not to happen is happening. I miss you. I hope they knock some sense you. I hope they tell you everything they said about me and that you change your mind. If she gets you, I will believe every again.
It's pathetic because no matter how many guys come around there is always you. Haunting me or reminding me that nothing feels as good. And no one has ever made me feel as bad. No one has ever made me feel so beautiful or ugly.
Sometimes I can't help but think about how I can make the pain go away and never feel this terrible again. It gets really tempting.
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