I can pretend I don't miss you, and I can pretend I don't care,
but deep down, its eating me alive.
I miss you, every single day.
I re-read our messages, look through our pictures.
I know its not healthy, I know it's only torturing myself.
But, but I miss you, I really miss you.
Yet, I won't take you back, I'm not stupid, this is for the best.
Your bad for me, unhealthy.
You've killed me, and caused me pain, I can never treat you with the same respect ever again.
I can't bring myself down that low, I keep letting everyone else win, im so god damn gullable, im done with that shit.
This, this a new me.
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2am Thoughts
Non-FictionWe all have those thoughts late at night, rather they are good or bad, and these are my thoughts.
