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The first time you hear your ex is with someone new, it will feel like a ton of bricks resting on your lungs. You'll find yourself deserting the flowers they planted there, reminding yourself of the things that used to break you both apart. You promised to love me with everything in you, but ********* does it scare me to ask the question: "can anyone really love me despite my mental disorders?" Because God, loving a paranoid, anxious, Obsessive Compulsive, depressed ******* tore you down. And God, did it destroy me to watch you fall apart with me. I've been stuck on the idea that all I need to hear from you is that you don't miss me anymore.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
To the Last Person who Tried to Love Me
The first time you hear your ex is with someone new, it will feel like a ton of bricks resting on your lungs. You'll find yourself deserting the flowers they planted there, reminding yourself of the things that used to break you both apart. You promised to love me with everything in you, but ********* does it scare me to ask the question: "can anyone really love me despite my mental disorders?" Because God, loving a paranoid, anxious, Obsessive Compulsive, depressed ******* tore you down. And God, did it destroy me to watch you fall apart with me. I've been stuck on the idea that all I need to hear from you is that you don't miss me anymore.
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Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
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