It’s 2:30 a.m. and I can’t get you out of my mind

I have our old texts…

Someone tell me not to read them

I don’t like who I am, who I’ve become..

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Why’d you have to hurt me like that?
I’m more upset at the fact I can’t be with you because of how you hurt me than the actual pain you’ve caused

I use to love this one picture of us…
Still do
Just the sight of it causes immense pain now
Why’d you have to go

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