Because it is your actions that made it so difficult to understand what you were trying to say.
It is your words that made it difficult to forget who we could’ve been together.
And I’m tired of making excuses for you.
But mostly I’m tired of blaming myself for having any sort of feeling for you.
I even erased you from my life in hopes of forgetting it all.
But here you are again, like the trauma I can’t process.
Your actions, your words, my never ending suffering.
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"I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions."
- Augusten Burroughs
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more light trails, the third one looks a little phallic but it’s still kinda cool looking
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it’s been a while but here’s a new one!
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made something a little different this time
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