I'm such a waste of time.
Why am I even on your mind?
I'll only ignore you.
You really shouldn't try.
It's not that I don't like you...
I just don't want you to have to feel what I feel.
Trust me; I'll hurt you, it's true.
But secretly, deep inside, I do love you.
I just... Can't.
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Constellations Of The Mind
PoetryThoughts pulled at random from the jumble of mischief I claim to be my mind.
