the things I leave
4:25 a.m.

And this is so easy for me, to get fucked up and for you to break my heart again. That must be your reasoning. Oh I know I ask for it. I always do. I always hope the answer will be different. You never change. Your mind will always tell you that you don't love me. I just wish I could accept it.

The pills are lined up on my bureau. I am wearing mascara. I can't do it. But if I did, it wouldn't be because of you.

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