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Oct 2013
I'm broken and hurting.
I have been gone to get "help" too many times.
Nothing has made me "better".
Yet here you stay, by my side.
Why? Why are you still here?
I spend so much time hurting you and fighting you off.
And still you tell me you love me.
How can you not see that I'm not good for you?
I'm not stable enough, not right now.
Yet you still care for me.
I will get better. For you, for us.
I want to get better so we can live happily ever after.
fixations of a broken girl
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