I didn't care
how it was going to be
I didn't care
that it was hurting me.
I didn't care
that you couldn't return my feelings.
I loved you.
But I'm done.
YOU ARE READING
⟣WHEN I AM GONE.
Historia Cortaa quick stroll through the pages of a worn out forgotten diary
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I didn't care
how it was going to be
I didn't care
that it was hurting me.
I didn't care
that you couldn't return my feelings.
I loved you.
But I'm done.
