I feel terrible he likes me. He wants to make me happy. He wants to hold my hand through all my Shit. But I can't do the same.
I can't do the same because I'm so fucked up. I'm irreparable. I can't be fixed.
And I feel bad. Because I'm letting that boy down.
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Addiction
PoetryA collection of work. I don't know what it is. But it means something. Or Maybe it means nothing. Maybe it's a waste of time A piece of shit Like me Oh love you don't know anything yet
