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“I FUCKING HATED WHAT YOU WERE DOING TO ME. BUT MORE THAN THAT, I HATE THAT YOU KNEW YOU WERE DOING IT. AND THAT I WAS LETTING YOU.”
I wonder
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved
Love is when you are thinking: βHow can I make you happy?β Attachment is when you are thinking: βWhy arenβt you making me happy?β
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