I can't be the person you talk about your world to, without compromising my sanity, I honestly don't know what it is, maybe I should just cut everything loose and call it jealousy, stop beating around the bush and say that, but what if it's bigger than that, it's making me question if I want you in my life, it's making me want to hate you so much, and want to get back at you, it's making me see everything you do as some sort of attack and I hate it, I want to be free of this feeling, because it's tearing me apart.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
