Repeat to yourself, “he’s not really gone.”
keep listening to the playlist he made you,,
and keep yourself wondering where it went wrong.
why did i get so attached and how?
act like everything is okay .
act like you didn’t cry over the texts he sent you.
why would you be sad about this?
its not like he was the only person making you happy, right?
You know you’ll never tell him the truth about you staring at your phone crying because of how much it hurt to hear those words.
You know that he’ll start to feel worse than he already does,,
and you know he doesn’t deserve to hurt
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razlin (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
people talk about amicable or mutual breakups, like
they're some fairy-tale dream, free of pain
when in actuality, they serve-up
twice
of everything, since
you're empathizing with that other, someone
whose probably going through
the same misery, you are
the only one
who can understand, your suffering completely
yet
you know reaching out your fingers, to help
or ask for aid
would be an act of cruelty
to you, both...
(such a relatable read
thanks for sharing)
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