Pocahontasmind
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I close my eyes every night and run our story again and again. I imagine us meeting in a different situation every time, I put more words in our mouth, trying to give us a happy ending. Maybe if I wasn't this complicated and you this stubborn e would've worked. Maybe if we tried harder or the aching pain in our chest wasn't devouring our every limb.
Now it doesn't matter.
The lies ended it all.