How much an asshole could you be?
Coming back to me just to talk about so called your crush.
Each time you speak about him, and what he has done for you. I feel a knife stabbing my heart slowly. While you on the other side smiling unconsciously killing me on the other. Fucked up isn't it? Yet I'm still there listening hoping I could numb the feelings. What a joke I am. The greatest listener to others and yet I'm the worse at letting my feelings flow.
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Souls rehabilitation.
RandomWhen you cannot say something, write it. This is where souls go to for rehab. Words that are left unsaid, are written here. Feelings that are left unexpressed, are written here. Just a human going through a hurricane of dullard feelings and thoughts.
