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He reminds me of you— Ridiculous, isn’t it? How a phrase, Just a casual slip of affection, Echoes the sound of your old voice. He called me adorable. And I laughed, Not at him, But at the memory— Those nighttime calls, Your relentless flattery That sometimes felt like truth.
It hurts. It hurts to love you, and it hurts to think about all the words you said to me and how much you broke me and it hurts to love you more and more every day. -sincerely ur roza
I can't tell if I'm a bad person because a lot of the people close to me make me feel like I am. But they won't tell me what I do that bothers them, why they don't like me. So I can't tell if I'm in a bad environment or if I'm a bad person that needs to change some of their bad habits