You are so pretty. With each picture I see, with each image I replay sorrow eats my heart alive. The imaginary thoughts, of what it could have been, what it could of done, compared to how it is Dreams to reality. Face value to meaning. Actions to soul. The pain sticks, as if it’s meant to like destruction sticks to chaos. Attached to me as I am attached to the entertaining thought, of you being so much better than you ever will be. Your fulfilling smile strikes me, your drunk kisses scar me, your thoughts hurt me our past, breaks me. I do not know why, but I am still not over it. No matter how many people tell me, how horrible you are and no matter how much I believe them, I will forever wish, we could have been, as beautiful as your pictures, of our pictures, as potential wanted us to be. I hate you, I wish I never spoke to you. You are truly everything I despise, But God, your pictures, you are so pretty
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May 2021
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