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by confessed

by confessed

{ July, 2015 }

if this is love

[ why does it hurt? ]

if this is love --

why does it feel like something is pressing against my chest,

binding me,

restricting me,

[ i can't breathe; ]

it's pitiful, really. how just a few mere words can light up my day.

it's sad. pathetic. laughable.

&&. it's amazing how fast my world crumbles when they're gone again.

a̶r̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶y̶ ̶p̶l̶a̶y̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶m̶e̶?̶

how it hurts.

( i want it to end. )

[ THIS ISN'T LOVE. ]

it's torture.

a/n; vii. for vent. aha, it has not been a good day.