27 February 2006
small letters
it feels good. but it only feels good.
i can't even cry because it's not right, because i'm not allowed to.
i have had you where i wanted you to be, but i can't even look at you and actually breathe.
i hate it when "normal" people burden themselves with something that should be anything but a heavy, difficult thing. they have it, and they are free to live it. i simply don't understand why they're wasting the treasure i'd do anything to have.
unrequited love is surely tiring.
i can't even cry because it's not right, because i'm not allowed to.
i have had you where i wanted you to be, but i can't even look at you and actually breathe.
i hate it when "normal" people burden themselves with something that should be anything but a heavy, difficult thing. they have it, and they are free to live it. i simply don't understand why they're wasting the treasure i'd do anything to have.
unrequited love is surely tiring.
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