I wish you could see how much I put into everything we once had. I wish you would notice how much it hurt me, how incredibly easy it was for you to move on... As I still cry myself to sleep.
I miss you.
I miss you.
I miss you.
You told me you loved me.
I believed you.
I believed.
I.
I miss.
I miss you.
What did I do?
What can I do?
Why is it so ridiculously painful to think back on what we used to have? And you've forgotten so easily.
I wish I could be like you.
I wish I couldn't have a heart.
I wish I could move on with the snap of my fingers.
I wish I could just tell you everything and not worry.
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