3.44 a.m
So I hated you and wrote you a letter. Then I hated her and wrote a few more. Seventy eight letters later, I know I hate the world. But nothing changed.It still hurts. I still care about you and you still care about her, and I'm still a fool for you. I could pretend that I didn't estimate all the time that I still had left with you, but it wouldn't make it hurt any less.
So I hated you and wrote you a letter. Then I hated her and wrote a few more. Seventy eight letters later, I know I hate the world. But nothing changed.It still hurts. I still care about you and you still care about her, and I'm still a fool for you. I could pretend that I didn't estimate all the time that I still had left with you, but it wouldn't make it hurt any less.
A broken heart hurts just as much as two broken legs. I want to walk away but I don't think I can.
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