Dear whoever, it's a pleasure to love you, a pleasure to have you break my heart.
I think God wants me to be alone, like he wants my heart to ache and shrivel. If God can't love me, who can?
No one.
Dear whoever, let this night be full of life. Before I am reminded of the pain you've given me.
I won't stop wanting you, and when this al crumbles, haha I'll still be here, ive made up my mind.
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