As I thought we were growing.
As I thought we finally saw something in each other.
The light we had faded.
Not completely but the same spark is not there.
Asking you to stay would be selfish.
But telling you to go stay would hurt me.
I want to smile, I want you to think I'm fine, I don't want you to know how weak I am.
A side of me to ugly for even myself, how would you react?
How would you think?
What would you do?
Why?
Why?
Why you?
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This account feels dead yikesss
-some edgelord
