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It hurts
It hurts.
It hurts not knowing what you want.
It hurts thinking about you and not vice versa.
It hurts knowing I can never love you like she does.
Her words are so beautiful…and what am I writing?
I'm just sitting here crying.
I'm praying that you love me as you did before.
I just don’t know why I feel this way.
I say I love you and you just say ‘same’.
Are you too busy for me?
I'm sorry.
We can work this out, right?
Can you love me again?
I'm still here…if you want me.
It hurts not knowing what you want.
It hurts thinking about you and not vice versa.
It hurts knowing I can never love you like she does.
Her words are so beautiful…and what am I writing?
I'm just sitting here crying.
I'm praying that you love me as you did before.
I just don’t know why I feel this way.
I say I love you and you just say ‘same’.
Are you too busy for me?
I'm sorry.
We can work this out, right?
Can you love me again?
I'm still here…if you want me.
Published 1st Jul 2014
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1st Jul 2014 3:58am
I love the fact that you are putting your heart out on the line in this, you should write something you think he sees like write it in his perspective I would love to read that
1st Jul 2014 5:54am
