And you taught me what this feels like. And then how it feels to lose it. And you showed me who I wanted. And then who I wasn’t. And you ticked every box. And then drew a line. And you weren’t mine to begin with. And then not to end with. And you looked like everything I wanted. And then became something I hated. And you get thought of every day. And then not in a good way. And you let me leave. And then wish I’d stayed. And you almost killed me. What a shame I didn’t die.
I always thought you’d come back. I thought that we would always be, well…us. We’d say some things, you’d leave but you’d always come around. You always did. But this time, this time you turned your back and left, with not even a glance at the mess you left behind. This time, it was different. I don’t want it if it’s different, I don’t want it anymore, I don’t want it at all.
I always thought you’d come back. I thought that we would always be, well…us. We’d say some things, you’d leave but you’d always come around. You always did. But this time, this time you turned your back and left, with not even a glance at the mess you left behind. This time, it was different. I don’t want it if it’s different, I don’t want it anymore, I don’t want it at all.
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