I was stupid. I was sad. I was so depressed.
I used to think that we were going to hold on.
I used to think that i was going to find my happiness in you.
I used to think that you would be the one who would love me the way i am.
Then, i used to spend my life to wish you were the one.
You used to be my everything.
I loved you, the way you are.But then, good job.
You tear me apart.
You broke me down to pieces and left me unconditionally.Yet, sorry, I love myself.
Therefore, I pick those pieces of me
And take them to one.
And continue my life, without you.—Heart Of Mars
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