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to the man that broke me beyond repair.


i still remember when we first met

i still wonder if i didn't accidentally step on your foot that day if i would be normal.

not scared to go outside.

not scared to meet old friends.

not scared of you.

but i did and you broke me

why did you do this? why me?

there are millions of others you could have picked but you chose me.

but i still love you and i hate myself for it.


love from, 

actually nevermind.

you probably don't care enough to know who this is from.














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