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should've been with them, then.

i can't keep lying to myself, saying i'm going to change. i'm poison. i come from poison. i have poison inside me and i destroy everything i touch. that's my legacy.

touch me， bury me， break me: it's never going to stick. i'll always come back from the dead for you. we belonged to each other before we ever belonged to ourselves.

you loathe me and you love me. you blame me and you forgive me. you pity me, and you think of me nostalgically. am i wrong?

shouldn't i be over it?

i don't mind, because it's you.

i only know that i feel tired， antiqued; i feel as though i have been living a long， long time.

i adore you so

i love you, shithead

two fools

you're the one, you're the one, you're the only

i remember the look on your face, i can see the happiness just erase.

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you tried to change, didn't you? closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake. you can't make homes out of human beings. someone should've already told you that.

i adore you, the sound of your skin.

did you take my love away from me?