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🄽🄾🄱🄾🄳🅈 🄴🄻🅂🄴

"Tell me what you see in me.
Gotta be something different, you must me made for me." - nobody else; summer walker.

The rain drops down my tear stained cheeks as I walk in the rain. Thoughts roaming my head of the endless possibilities of love, of life.

Out of all the people in the world I have to be one of them to feel like this.

Like an abomination.

A disgrace.

A waste of breath.

Air.

The worst part is is that you're sitting at your house wondering why I've ghosted you.

Wondering why I've stopped answering your calls and texts.

No signs from me so that's all you can do is wonder.

I don't know why I feel the way I do.

You make me feel so good, but once I'm out of sights of you I'm gone again.

You bring back me.

That's why I'm walking towards your house now.

After what I just did I hope you can bring some sense back to me.

After what just happened to me I hope you can bring me back.

Please don't let me lose myself.
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I knocked on your door seeing your brother isn't home because the car is gone.

Tears still falling but are now falling faster at the thought of you.

Your my comfort.

You open the door with blood shot eyes. To think someone like me made you feel like this.

Your eyes widen in shock as you take in my appearance.

As if your eyes was caressing ever particle of my caramel glazed skin.

A spark of sadness and emotions I can't quite decipher glows in your eyes as you look at me with a broken smile.

Everything happens in slow motion as you take me into a much needed hug.

Everything around me muted out as I single nothing but you and I as I was still engulfed in the rain.

I shiver from the cold but I pray you mustn't notice.

But you did.

I really hope you don't notice anything else, even though I want to tell you so badly.

You drag me in your house as your green and black hair fell down your shoulders and part of your back.

Swaying so elegantly.

Your baggy clothes partially wet because of me.

Your pretty face stained with tears because of me.

Those blue angelic eyes now red because of me.

But I can't help but love you, even though I shouldn't put you through the trauma of dating me...

I can't help it, you feel too good, I know I'm selfish but I don't see myself with nobody else.

You sit me on the catch as you went to fetch some clothes and a blanket.

You came back with a long black shirt and small short shorts.

I know I can't wear those.

I'm too fat. Plus I don't need you seeing my legs after what just happened.