i broke it off.
i loved you.
but i loved you too much to see you unhappily prentending with me.
you were trapped
and i just wanted to set you free.
your eyes were filled with shock.
joji, wasn't this expected?
it wasn't working.
i wasn't good enough.
so why continue?
your face became a cluster of emotions i couldn't comprehend.
hey joji, to this day, i'm still not sure how you actually felt.
and that was the end of this game we called pretend.
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p r e t e n d | Joji
Romansabecause there's always an "end" to every single game of pretend. ps. written in wannabe aesthetic style.