I really want to know why the fúck I'm feeling this way.
I really want to know why the fúck you've caused such pain in me.
I really want to know why the fúck I care so much about you when I only knew you for a short three weeks.
I really want to know why the fúck I'm sitting here in my bed, reading old text messages from you, silently crying to myself.
I really want to know why the fúck I'm being such a pathetic wimp about this.
I really want to know why the fúck I'm having dreams of you coming back to me, kissing my lips and squeezing my hand, telling me you'll never leave.
I really want to know why the fúck you've caused this reaction in me, for the first time ever.
I really want to know when the fúck this hell is going to end.
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