It's been over six months since he told me he didn't love me.
But everyday I still sit and think, how could I love him so much, and he not have an ounce of love to give me?
Nothing could ever make me forget that day,
"Every time I told you I loved you, I lied. I don't know how to love."
At first I thought it was just an excuse,
But then I realized, after he hurt me time and time again,
That he really doesn't love me.
But I'm still so confused,
Because I still love him so fucking much.
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A Collection Of Things I Am To Afraid To Say
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