Lovers cry for love. I weep, I don't feel it.
You are what my life should be,
Well shaped and happy, spontaneous and filled with love. That's why I hate you so much.
Perfection shouldn't exist and yet here you are, basking in the lust of a thousand men.
Why me? Why you?
Why was it you my heart chose to love?
Why was it my head you decided to fuck with?
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HEARTBREAK AND MY OTHER ADDICTIONS
RandomThis is a collection of 30 pieces written to explore various topics with a main focus on heartbreak along with a love for "unhealthy substances".
