I repeatedly reminded myself, "I'm not better."
I have not improved.
It has all been an illusion all along.
I'm responsible for everything.I choose an ending that would rather not hurt me much,
Fabricated each memories to suit my healing,
I believed that I was making progress.
I believed that I had conquered my fragility.However, I really don't
These places still exist.
Thus, as I hurt,
It will never stop reminding me how foolish I am.No, it wasn't reciprocal.
No, I was the only one who concurred.
No, I was the only one haunted.
No, this isn't all a coincidence.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?