You can love someone with every fibre of your being , yet it still might be a waste if you're loving the wrong person.
You caused so much damage; Pain that I inflicted on myself repeatedly. I inflicted myself with lonely night thoughts and even day dreams of you. It gets to the point where I forget how to breathe as if I have been deprived of my oxygen source. You.
Everything ends up killing you in the end, but sometimes you just have to find the things worth dying for.
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Let Me Go
Poetry"Maybe this is what we've needed all along. Distance from everything else, and closeness to eachother."
