I feel like you think you're better off without us. I feel like you don't care anymore. I feel like you don't ever miss the way we were, but I'm not afraid to admit I hate the way we are. The good times are long gone, and now what even are we?
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry❝ my heart runs wild with words that shouldn't escape my lips ❞ [[my process of healing//started feb. 13th, 2016]]
