I dream about you all the time. I dream that you hate me. I dream that you love me, too. That one is worse. You love her and you want to be with her but part of me still wants you.
I dream that you hurt yourself because of me. I dream that you hate yourself for not being good enough for me. I dream that you are who I am today: sad, broken, unwanted.
I dream about you.
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A Congregation of All of My Thoughts
PoesiaPoems and short rankings about my life. Trigger warnings will appear before chapters that are triggering.
