Thoughts emerge late at night. Like clockwork I’m silently waiting for this horrible feeling to fade away. On repeat you tell me that you hate me and that all you wanted was nothing but my lotus flower. I’m hurting but I can’t tell anyone because it seems as if I have no one in my corner. This dream is a broken record that I just can’t seem to slip away from. So, let’s just cut to the chase and skip the goodbyes. Cause clearly, I meant absolutely nothing to you
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