You walk into the party
I see you in my peripheral
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"I'm not crying on the phone when you call. What's the use in begging you to stay?
I'm not trying to say words anymore, cut me loose, cause you're too far away" - I wrote down in my little black notebook, where I write everything there is on my mind.
I saw you last time at a party just before we broke up. I knew you acted strangely, but I thought that you just had a bad day or something. I had no idea what you was planning to do.
"To make me feel better and make it alright, to give me your sweater, hold my hand tight
Seven days in limbo, push me out the window" - Did I write the day you left me.
Left me with nothing else than a broken heart. I was mad, broken and hopeless. I didn't know what I should do. I wanted you back, not because I loved you, but because I couldn't live with I just had been one more trophy for you to get.
I'm kinda impressed. You were a good actor. Lived a lie for one and a half year. That's not something anyone just can doo. You did live a character for so long time, and anyone besides me knew it. Knew you just used me.
I should've had knew it. It was so obvious, how couldn't I have seen it?
You took everything I had and used it against me.
I hate you.
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KurzgeschichtenShort chapters ▸ Max 500 words in every chapter. Inspired by ▸Tequilawine - Olivia O'Brien ∘∘∘ "Alchohol doesn't solve your problems," People tell me all the time, but I know it isn't true. People just don't want to admit it. Maybe I do have a prob...
