- Truth -
You finally admitted that you're sick of me.
I knew it.
I've been sick of myself, too.
I tried to hide it,
pretended everything was fine,
but deep down,
I knew you were slipping away.
Maybe I was too much,
too loud,
too quiet,
too demanding.
Maybe I wasn't enough
of what you needed.
I don't blame you.
I don't even blame myself.
I just wish I could go back
to when we were both happy.
But it's too late now,
and I'm learning to let go,
even though it hurts.
Because sometimes,
the hardest thing to do
is accept the truth.
And the truth is,
we were never meant to stay.
Mommanot_
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