"Loving the person who destroys you is like loving the knife that slits your throat."
-Zee
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even though Erok's there,
even though i laugh,
sometimes,
i'm empty.when i sleep in my bed,
and stare at the ceiling,
and i'm so fucking sorry,
so very sorry for saying this-but i want you.
god, it's stupid,
but sometimes,
i'll see you back in middle school,
when you were so sweet.i wish my attraction would die,
wither away,
like the way your cuteness,
(or is it hotness,
i forget what the girls at school gossiped)
withered away,
when you came to school,
with a black eye.Hah,
you'd probably still be
a fuckboy.
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fat [EDITED]
Short Storytoday, i jumped, In a puddle. it felt nice, until, you came, and called me fat. [LOWERCASE INTENDED]