What really sucks the most is when you pour yourself into one person who promises they won't leave,

And as time goes  on, You gradually drift apart by no fault of your own.

Yet you still feel your heart break and shatter when you casually pass over a picture of them with someone else

And you start to question what you did wrong and why things turned out the way they did.

It becomes hard to breathe,

Your thoughts wander

You feel as if you're drowning

And you just


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