Go. leave. I need time alone.
I broke the hourglass. I cut your favorite sweater in two. I tore up the pictures you left in my room. I plan on destroying all history of ours.
The time you spent with me is meaningless now. The warm sun has become a dark abyss.
Maybe I should be guilty, or maybe I should miss you. I should forgive you. But I don’t. But I do miss you.
I cannot miss you anymore - you started to love me, and nothing can make that right.
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
Go. leave. I need time alone.
I broke the hourglass. I cut your favorite sweater in two. I tore up the pictures you left in my room. I plan on destroying all history of ours.
The time you spent with me is meaningless now. The warm sun has become a dark abyss.
Maybe I should be guilty, or maybe I should miss you. I should forgive you. But I don’t. But I do miss you.
I cannot miss you anymore - you started to love me, and nothing can make that right.
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