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I hate myself for knowing the exact day we stopped talking. When you got mad at me and never let me explain what happened. I hate that I know exactly how many text messages you’ve ignored. For knowing the last day we actually talked. I hate feeling like some needy, boy obsessed girl. But I do need to know why it’s been so long. I deserve to be treated right so you should do that. Cause I don’t know what to do anymore.

My questions is, how can you walk out on your own joy. Blood. Child. How can you live each day so damn peacefully when you know there’s a part of you somewhere is this place we call earth. Doesn’t it hurt to see all those “happy families” walking to the park. Having dinner. Laughing. Don’t you ever wish you could have that. Do you ever wish you didn’t fuck up and you could have your “happy family”. Cause I sure as hell do.

How, how could we go wrong?
It was so good and now it’s gone
And I pray at night that our paths soon will cross and what we had isn’t lost ‘cause you’re always right here in my thoughts.

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