Why can't I just understand myself or know what it is I want?
It's pride, I think. What else could it be?
My heart is melting within my chest right now and the moths in my stomach are dusting my insides. They will be covered till we meet again.
I gave in and I don't know if it was the right thing.
I think I still love. I care a whole fucking lot. I can't get him out of my head, and it makes me want to cry sometimes.
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