I think I actually like people.
I like them enough to let them go,
enough to walk away
in order to stop damaging them.
And then I hate them.
I hate them for not fighting,
for letting it be so simple to leave.
I
I think I actually like people.
I like them enough to let them go,
enough to walk away
in order to stop damaging them.
And then I hate them.
I hate them for not fighting,
for letting it be so simple to leave.