it hurt. listening to him point out all him flaws. having him beg me to delete pictures of him that he didn't like. watching him slowly tear himself apart. it was physically painful. how could he hate something that i loved so much?
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¿ poetry ?
Poetrymostly sad because im mostly sad most of these are made up as i go along. (t.w. - trigger warning) a.f.
