i'm obsessed,
but can you blame me?
my heart is dying everytime
i see you with him.you look happier without me. when i see you together,
my heart just aches and bleeds.i'm sorry,
i'm sorry for not loving you
the way you loved me.
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Midnight Thoughts || EDITING
PoetryAt the strike of midnight, we wonder. - ⚠️ trigger warning for mentions of suicide and panic attacks. est. 2016 dreamershey