I can't count the number of times
You promised you wouldn't leave me
You told me to stop worrying
That you weren't gonna abandon me
Sometimes I'm mad at you
Sometimes at myself
Why would I trust someone
I know how it always ends
But sometimes I wonder
If it really was my fault
I did a lot of bad things
I crossed too many lines
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Emotional Shit
Non-FictionJust some random (not random) stuff I wrote about a person that doesn't matter to me (they matter a lot and I can't stop thinking about them and missing them)
