Something so quick, so necessary gone just like that; like having your leg amputated. Maybe it's not there anymore but you're still gonna feel like it is, for ever such a long time. And that it should be.

I don't care if you hate me, I still need you. I still want you, but obviously I can't be good enough for you. I'm not going to try and be anything else, apart from what I am. I've begun to think maybe you don't deserve this.

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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