𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂

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Your voice is low and quiet, you tell me you've been talking to someone new.

My heart stops completely.

You know it bothers me, I tell you I'm happy for you.

I scream and kick my legs in anger; trying to outrun my own emotions.

I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and smile trying to convince myself; that I'm happy for you.

You tell me about her, and deep down we both know I still love you.

I know that I say I'm scared of love.

But I'm scared of how you can love the monsters that live within me. the person who knows me better than I know myself. Can love someone like me.

A person who can't even love themselves. 

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