Why do I put myself through it?
It's a cycle between us,
over and over again until the bruises become wounds
And my heart is heavy and you're weighing me down
I thought it'd be okay in the end
I keep imagining in my head what it'd be like to love you again
The version of you I needed
The version of you I'll never have
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Author:
Brie (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Love
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