I was standing there, I just turned around and... He was looking at me.
I looked at him, and for the look that he gave me, I knew, I hurt him.
All those months I thought he was the one who hurt us, but now I know it was me.
His big eyes starring at me, blaming me and screaming "you fucking hurt me".
I couldn't stand it, I looked at the other side and waited for him to go. And when he finally did I just, hated myself, again.
His eyes where right, I hurt us, but I swear that I never meant to. I just didn't knew how to look at him without falling for him every time he laughed.
I hurt us and I know it.
I'm just sorry.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
ilomilo.
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