Is that what you wanted?
Me to sit there and tell you how much this fucking hurts?,
and how pathetic i think i am because i can't get over this?
mission accomplished.
cause all i've done all weekend is cry and feel sick.
you were just always perfect ok?
you meant the fucking world to me.
you knew how much i needed you,
just to fucking keep me going,
and you go and fuck me up even more.
the stuff you said and the way you knew i was crying even in the dark so you hugged me,
just made me want to stop time even though i was pouring my eyes out, i wanted to stay there forever because i knew i was safe.
and i actually thought you cared.
i want you to want me,
because god knows i want you more than i've ever wanted anything.
im sorry.
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