fuck you.
fuck everything.
fucking hated the way you made me feel like i had to
modify myself just to be with you.
the way how you unconsciously transformed me into
someone i didn't even recognize.
there was always something—at least one thing,
that i had to alter in your haunting eyes.
i'm sick.
i'm tired.
i'm exhausted.
i'm done being someone that isn't me.
-thiwa.
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Poetrywe didn't give a shit about what we had done; we just cared about being with each other. || amazing cover by @nostalgiic- ||
