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?
 
                                               
                                                  