i'm weak.
and it's not the good kind.
your heart physically aches,
for your careless stupid mistakes,
of believing that you bring happiness.
my eyes overflow with hot rivers,
and i can't stop my body from shaking.
why do i try?
what a fool of me to hope for anything.
anything at all.
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