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I'm picky. I like who I like, and that region does NOT include everyone, far from it. Maybe my selectiveness is my downfall, it leaves me alone more often than not. But do you deny me my wish to be wanted to be loved to belong I had never fallen that hard And no, I've never classified my feelings as love and the same applies there but I can't help but wonder what I did wrong It keeps me up until the words aren't words anymore but rather spikes behind my eyes waiting to impale me as soon as I know she's moved on. I know it won't be hard for her, and that's not a jab at her amazing self. I'm just too willing. And easy to forget.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
Maybe I'm Just Too Willing
I'm picky. I like who I like, and that region does NOT include everyone, far from it. Maybe my selectiveness is my downfall, it leaves me alone more often than not. But do you deny me my wish to be wanted to be loved to belong I had never fallen that hard And no, I've never classified my feelings as love and the same applies there but I can't help but wonder what I did wrong It keeps me up until the words aren't words anymore but rather spikes behind my eyes waiting to impale me as soon as I know she's moved on. I know it won't be hard for her, and that's not a jab at her amazing self. I'm just too willing. And easy to forget.
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Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
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