Isn't it ironic? We ignore the ones who adore us, adore the ones that ignore us, love the ones that hurt us and hurt the ones that love us.
Isn't it funny that the loneliest people are the kindest the saddest people have the brightest smile and the most damaged, well, they are the wisest?
It humours me to think that all I wanted was to be with you, it was as simple and complicated as that. But I was your cure, and you were my disease. I was saving you, but you were killing me.
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