how could i have been so blind to your intentions? how could i not have figured out how much you would hurt me when i opened up to you? what did i ever do to you other than be there for you. i was your shoulder to cry on, and you were my last lifeline. or so i thought. how could i have been so oblivious? how. can one truly be blinded by love? because i was. blinded by your artificial love. i trusted you.
i really did.
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conception.
Poéziawriting in different perspectives. this is no way intended to offend someone who goes through/went through situations mentioned in the writings. i have written each and every one of these by imagining myself in a certain situation/circumstance, or f...
