It's All Written In The Stars

I was too happy that I begain to wonder if I was even allowed to be this happy.

She never loved me in the first place but then I wondered 'Do I lovemyself?'
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Everytime I look at myself it becomes hard to love you even a little bit.

How can I ever be good at loving someone when I can't lovemyself.
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I know we always argued on useless things but how did this argument turn out like this?
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I am hurt, can you not see?
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It's like holding water in my palm, I can't help then to let it go.
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I have tried to kill this feelings, but it never seems to work.
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I am fading.
I think those white people finally caught me.
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"Help....please," I whispered to the familiar figure staring at me.
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"But I was such a fool not to realise it then."
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Now that I think about it, maybe back then if I was a little bit wise would everything be different now.
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After all, it's all written in the stars.

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Perhaps, the fault is in our stars.

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Little did I know what I was searching elsewhere, was always with me.

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She thought he was perfect, little did she know he considered himself as a "shattered glass."

He thought she was perfect, little did he know she considered herself as an "ugly sidekick."

They never knew they were made for eachother. A pair made form above? But why did they never work out in the first place? And their own insecurities and self-hatred was the answer.

They never had a cue that, they always had a mask of their own when they were together, hiding beneath all those wounds and scars that they didn't want eachother to see.

How can she save him from falling when she is at the bottom of the cliff?

How can he save her from sinking when he is drowning?