I told her not to do it.
I told her that if she loved me more than she hated herself, she wouldn't.
But I guess she hated herself more than she ever loved anyone.
And it makes me weak to know that she had felt that way.
No one should feel that way.
No one.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
