Maybe it was in the way you smiled at me that made it okay for you to break my heart.
Or maybe it was in the way you stared at me that made it okay for me to come back every single time.
Or better yet maybe it was in the way you made it feel like home when it was nothing but a temporary shelter.
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The Chaos Of A Human.Being
RandomA couple of words thrown around in the form of thoughts.
