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Poezie

And the flowers that he grew in my lungs turned to wilted flowers, making it harder to breathe. And then the rain made them bloom again.

I loved him.

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by newromanticcs

by newromanticcs

I drove around the city, nervous and tripping all over the words I once said to the boy I loved too much.

It was twenty minutes left for the hour to come to see you and hear about your laugh.

And it was written all over my face that I was happy to see you come my way.

And I must confess that it blew my mind how I felt like I was betraying the feelings I once had for him.

Because I loved him more than I ever learned to love my self.