of them said I was too good for you and I shouldn't waste my time with
all of your mess. But I didn't listen. Because I wanted to believe
your words and the actions you showed on the rare moments that we
shared. The moments that only you and I know existed. These moments
made me into your fool. If I didn't have friends to talk sense into
me, I would be calling this very moment begging for your
consideration. I would be texting some extremely wordy text describing
why you should let me love you. I may even have left you a vm telling
you how everything would be better if you just gave me a chance. But
my pride won't let me do it anymore. I feel too ashamed to continue on
this route despite the internal drive to pursue a bleak road. My
saving grace is this outlet that I can share my emotions through and
pretend that you will hear and hope that you will care. Though
everyone keeps reminding me that you don't care and I mean nothing to
you. Inside I can't help but be your sucker for love. I'm merely
masking this by cutting ties. And day 2 continues.
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