i am not real , but you were

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and loving you was so hard. it was heaven and hell, night and day. a never ending rollercoaster that some days I wanted off and other you kept my strapped in. I never understand what made it so difficult, but it makes sense now. I loved you because you didn't love yourself. all I wanted was to make your world shine, but you took me for granted.

and I hate that there are still days that I think of you. I hate that you've never fully left my mind. please leave. please leave.

please leave.