I treated all his red flags like roses,that breaks me most.I tend to think that he existed in my world but I never in his,that still shatters me.I made loud sacrifices but he was gravely ungrateful and seemed bothered,I still ignored that and pampered his wrecked heart to mine.I became too comfortable and started to show my scars thinking he'd love me for me,but a lesson I got now is that no one would look at me the same if my scars were visible to them ... because they wouldn't stay, they'll leave,he didn't stay ,he left.
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To the present me,
General FictionI have pasts inside me I didn't bury properly.Some nights I just want to die yet I struggle to stay alive in the morning.
