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But I Love Him

white and purple flower petals

I cried in countless bottles of wine
in an effort to find an answer that would help me fix you
I broke the glasses to mimic the person you made me become
I buried the pieces in the yard
in order symbolize the mourning of the person I was before you

Maybe We Were Never A Fairytale

I have hindered my growth because I was waiting for you to catch up to the same page; I limited myself by desperately clinging onto who I was in the beginning, in hopes that we would end up together in the plot.

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