Sometimes I get a sick joy out of knowing
that it was over for me the day we parted
but the only thing keeping you alive
is hating me
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 3:43 PM UTC
Sometimes I get a sick joy out of knowing
that it was over for me the day we parted
but the only thing keeping you alive
is hating me
I realize how this sounds,
a relationship ended with someone and now there is a new relationship and the only thing that seems to be fueling the new relationship is harassing a member of the old relationship.
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