This is the end of my blind love for her.
I can see her flaws again, beautiful though they may be,
I need to be happy, and I can't attain that from her.
She is my friend, I'll always protect her,
But not as a lover.
Thank you for reading my poems/therapy entries,
They're all true stories.
You're never alone like you think you are,
Depression is an addiction,
Anxiety is a self-illusion,
But it is much easier to simply say this than to overcome them.
Love is no illusion though.
Live, love, and learn,
And Eventually,
Someone may take notice,
And love you as you loved the ghosts of your past.
.
.
Thank you.
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